AI Instillation, The Twenty-Eighth Week of the Second Year in the New Abnormal

I was tired, it was hot, and I was happy to be at MOMA, the Museum of Modern Art, on West 53rd Street. The galleries were crowded, but I took my time enjoying new exhibitions and old favorites. After the slow perusal of four floors, I was spent. But I still had almost an hour before our dinner reservation down the block.

Lucky for me there’s an AI instillation that is a moving abstract representation, a curiously, animated piece, of the museum’s art collection. There are seats and cushions to view the instillation. Fortunately I snagged a seat when a gentleman, probably my age, got up next to me. I sat there mesmerized by this unusual data-infused screen.

It was hypnotic. The colors change constantly creating an unreal, but oddly familiar, explosion of hues. It’s not quite like spattered paint, but more like a constantly morphing puff of colors that mimic what I imagine virtual clouds might look like. It certainly held my gaze for just under an hour…