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As if going to a park isn’t boring enough, now I’m asking you to read about one. That’s right, it’s time for another installment of my quest to see whether it’s ever worth it to leave the house and this month I chose a sculpture garden, so fasten your seat belts. At the very least this post will have a whole bunch of pretty pictures and I know a lot of you like that so here goes:
Time Out New York recently did an issue that highlighted all of the beautiful outdoor spaces the city has to offer and there was one on the list that I’d been meaning to visit for a while now, so seeing as I just got a brand new bike, I figured a trip to the Socrates Sculpture Park in Long Island City would be the perfect excuse to test out my new wheels.
After a four minute ride I was wiped. Thank God there was a place to sit immediately upon entering the park.
Squatting among what appeared to be cut outs of a white picket fence with fun house mirrors attached to it, I contemplated what I wanted my experience of the park to be. I mean this was “art” right? Should I move through the space trying to interpret the meaning of what I was seeing?
After staring at the grass bottoms of the first exhibit with my face all twisted up for about thirty seconds straight, I quickly decided I would not. Besides, this little kitty came running out of the bushes to play with me.
He was so friendly. He kept circling my legs and banging his head into my shins so I hung with him for while before moving on.
One of the cool things about this park is that it appeared to also be a work space for artists, so if you’re lucky you can catch some of them in the middle of fashioning a sculpture like this sad bear looking after a dying woman.
I noticed some of the exhibits in the garden required closer inspection in order to really appreciate them. Take this wooden skeleton for example. At first I thought it was a work in progress but when I looked closer I saw that inside there was a chandelier.
I have no idea what the significance of this is supposed to be but it looked pretty.
Some people thought it was cooler than others, like this guy who stood here for a solid two minutes trying to hug it.
Then there were these bottles all tied up with string. Initially I was like OK, that’s sort of interesting, right?
But then later when I viewed it from a new angle I was like Ohhhh! …I still don’t get it. But it looked really cool against the city as a background.
One of my favorite parts of the park was the wishing tree.
I suppose the park had a lot of things you would expect to see in a sculpture garden but none of it really took my breath away. I’ve been to other sculpture parks where the experience is quite surreal and you feel almost like Alice In Wonderland which is really cool. Socrates Park seemed more like a place to walk your dog or play your flute along the river, only with weird statues here and there.
This guy was whistling away nearly the entire time I was there making me feel like I was walking through some modern art version of Sherwood Forrest which was nice however, I didn’t want him to catch me taking pictures of him so I hid behind two placards and got the best shot I could.
Before I left, I made sure to say goodbye to my little buddy.
Look, he’s missing part of his ear.
I think if I had to do this over again, I would choose to go to the park for one of the many events they hold there. They have cinema nights and dance and music performances as well as festivals like one on the summer solstice with a drum circle and art workshops. I would find it hard to recommend the park to someone coming from any further than the couple of minutes it took me to ride my bike there just to see the structures though.
I mean, I might be somewhat annoyed if I came all the way from The Bronx to look at a spray can strapped to a mop.
That’s just me though.