I have found it hard to describe my experience at Dia and I now believe it's an experience that is simply indescribable. It is something you have to experience yourself. I will say, the moment I stepped into Dia I felt alive. It was my first time in a longgg time where I felt excited to explore a new place, with art I had never seen, in upstate New York, where it was quiet and the air was fresh. It seemed to be the place I had been searching for. 

Dia is not your usual museum. It is an art foundation dedicated to "advancing, realizing, and preserving the vision of artists. Dia fulfills its mission by commissioning single artist projects, organizing exhibitions, realizing site-specific installations, and collecting in-depth the work of a focused group of artists of the 1960s and 1970s." That, it has done.

For the first time in years, I looked at art and did not think about race or gender. I honestly didn't think about anything. Instead, I felt everything. I was introduced to artists I've never heard of. I saw work that fully captivated my attention and work that I thought was good. I wasn't thinking about posting any of it to Instagram. I was present and soaking it all in. The natural lighting, the wooden floors, the different rooms, objects, sculptures, textures, materials, everything.

For two hours I was able to just be with the art. I didn't have to think about the world outside of Dia and frankly, I have not been able to find that peace since.
What a relief it was to feel nothing but great things from these great works of art. How amazing it was to be present and not obsess about the future or the past. 

I am moved by the vision of Dia and the artists whose work and memory live there. I am eternally grateful to have had such a transcending experience with art in such a dark time. Dia introduced to me new ways to think and feel about art. It showed me what art is and can be. Overall, the works curated together told one story and it didn't even have a theme. Talk about a great show...