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 . . . . .