This was suppose to be the ending of The Lost Station. I decided to post it and reorder the series because it reflects how I feel about all these contemporary art events. These events question our existence in the many possible futures. After a walk before the sunrise to see the last remain of @nuitblancheto installations, I wonder the spectrum of human experience during the postmortem. Few years ago at @burningman, it was about burning down the installation into ashes, a form of reincarnation and let go the past. Today, while observing the teardown of #nbTO17, it was stored away in container boxes and shipped away for storage.
I might have forgotten the time. The swirling light coming from all directions started engulfing the passengers as if we are moving with it. Slowly, I am sinking into the distance past. ➡ The Lost Station 📷 @herlifeinpixels . . . . .
The dance never stopped. The unseen frequencies generated by the mechanical energy from human movement slowly materalize, forming an anomaly through the glimmering wall. ➡ The Lost Station 📷 @herlifeinpixels . . . . .
The fascination of exploring remote part of the world took me to Death Valley. I stood under the sun in 125F and felt in awe with nature. Wind, that's warmer than my body temperature, blew over. Sun shone on my skin. Being fully consumed by heat during those minutes, it was a worthwhile experience.