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Domino Sugar Factory by jaclynsovern
Have you ever left the gym after working out just sweating and high and feeling great about your body and all the amazing things it can do and you can just feel your pheromones or whatever the female version of those guys are just pouring out of your glands and you look around and every hot New Yorker is looking at you and thinking about how great you look right now and you could pluck any one of them and make them yours and have a sweaty summer romance and you’re drenched in your own power for a half hour as you cool off in the New York twilight?
How many essays can go up before fatigue becomes anger becomes insanity? How many op-ed columns before you can feel the gruesomeness of trying to defend another dead black kid slowly hollowing you out? How many different ways can you find to say that you’re a human being?
Spent some time with Kara Walker’s installation at the Domino Sugar Factory this Saturday. The historic building is only two blocks from my place. I often look up at it at night and see rows of lights on inside through broken window panes, or pass by the huge Domino sign by water on the East River Ferry. It will be gone soon, to make way for more luxury apartments and gentrification in Williamsburg, so I’m happy I was able to step inside.
The walls of the cavernous space were caked in black. The entire space smelled of brown sugar. There were a dozen or more sculptures of young boys made out of sugar and resin. Some of the sculptures had started to melt, leaving black, goopy residue dripping on the floor or causing sugary body parts to fall off completely. The dark pools they laid to rest in added to the feeling of decay, struggle, and bloodshed. Finally, looming over all of them, was the Marvelous Sugar Baby, made of tons of sugar and foam, also starting to melt and decay a bit. It was a very accessible exhibition given the explicit location and subject matter.
Afterward I went to grab some brisket from Mighty Quinn’s at Smorgasburg and thought about how in 10 years, once Domino is knocked down and the luxury apartment building with the hole in the middle is built, my Southern Williamsburg neighborhood will be unrecognizable. But for now, I adore it.
The opposite of love is indifference.
— Friend giving me #realtalk tonight