The first thing I note is the overpowering smell of incense . The flat is smoky , which makes a neon sign on the ceiling that reads " The Dream House " ( back - to - back in forwards and backward script ) seem fuzzy . Six or seven the great unwashed are standing or sitting around the carpet rooms in various meditative pose : stare at video instalment , lying back , sitting with crossed legs on speculation pillow .
" Dream House , " an retiring third - floor flat located off Church St in TriBeCa , is that rare of all things : a spot dedicated to relaxing in an area full of over - stimulate , overstrain New Yorkers . For a small donation , visitant are invited to spend as long as they care in a series of purple - light , incense - filled rooms , listening to spacey minimalist music and absorbing the effect of the space ’s immersive light installation .
It ’s an art installing that you could sit in for an minute without realizing you ’re even inside an artistic creation facility . It feels like a place far removed from 2016 , a Earth by from this city of pricey eating place and dress shop gyms . It ’s a atavism to the legendary , artist - friendly New York of yore , back when creatives of all kinds were free to pursue art for art ’s sake without all the dream - crushing actual estate pressures that make it downright impossible today .
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In fact , that seems to be the whole pointedness of " Dream House " : an otherworldly , straits - clearing experience with no chintzy museum gift shop or prowess - dealer sales pitch at the remnant .
Founded in 1993 by optical creative person Marian Zazeela and experimental music icon La Monte Young , " Dream House " has attend to as a unceasingly running light - and - sound facility for decennary – part meditation elbow room , part art installation . A decade ago , Artforumremarked of the place , " Outside it is 2006 , inside it seems perpetually 1985 . " And it still does . The tantrum recalls a line from TV’s30 Rock , when Jack Donaghy says , " Never follow a hippie to a 2d location . " This feel like the second placement .
You might miss it if you did n’t cognize it was there . The street - level room access to the space is almost unmarked , so you have to seek it out – which mint of people do . " We get crowd on Friday night , " say Rebecca Lentjes , a music author who has worked as a volunteer monitor at " Dream House " on and off for old age . She say that she volunteers because coming to the blank space after a long daylight in the metropolis relieve her stress .
So how does a nonprofit , donation - base space stay afloat and pay split in high-priced TriBeCa ? " Dream House " is run by La Monte Young ’s MELA Foundation and bear out by Dia Art Foundation , among others ( the visuals and music that make up Dream House were show by Dia in a different space , in Chelsea , in 2015 ) . It also help that the Church St building ’s landlord is apparently"sympathetic " to the initiation .
Young and Zazeela ’s original , collaborative body of work involve Zazeela ’s visuals coupled with what Lentjes hollo " the poke " – not the flying vehicle , but rather aminimalist musical musical style . Intricate , looped concordance create by Young are projected through the converted apartment . The positioning and mix of the tones create something called a " psychoacoustic phenomenon " or , as a sound technologist supporter of mine put it , " weird touch sounds . " What you may find out in the euphony alteration based on whether you ’re standing up , lying down , in the back , or in the front of the room . The body of work is meant to immerse the viewer and listener in a complete centripetal environment , to trigger a subconscious consciousness via physical immersion in purplish luminance and and deep tones .
" Dream House " has fundamentally stay the same for the last 23 twelvemonth . But through October 8th , the space is host a rare temporary exhibition , an installation called " Ahata Anahata , Manifest Unmanifest XTC " by an creative person and longtime mentee of Young and Zazeela ’s , Jung Hee Choi . Choi is perhaps Young and Zazeela ’s most attached student and an heir to their minimalist legacy . For the expo , Choi filled the outer space with strange visuals – a video of swirling blue dots , a expulsion that looks like dancing pot – and indite an accompanying sound piece found on an algebraical amount of money of sound absolute frequency ( Choi calls them her " Tonecycles " ) . It ’s heady stuff , but the immersive sound , smells , and light of the mystical - feeling space make it well-to-do to forget the technical complexities .
On a late weekday good afternoon , I make a sojourn to Choi ’s induction . Lentjes seethe me into " Dream House " and turn over me a packet of information about the exhibition . " It ’s not the usual lagger , " she enjoin with a smiling .
In plus to all the skunk and the bright neon star sign , I observe a large piece of theme covering the flat ’s far paries and emit multicolored light through thousands of pinprick holes – a small-arm by Choi that looks sort of like a vast butterfly stroke , or a balefire . From a aloofness , the shape work by the holes appears continuous , an illusion that Choi became concerned in after she developed glaucoma .
Picking up a plush pillow from a heap near the room access , I make my way into the apartment ’s front room , where two women baby-sit with their wooden leg crossed and heart closed . Another couple is lie on the floor , withstand handwriting , and gazing at the cap . Bass whole step vibrate through my consistence as I take a seat face a video recording patch called " Rice , " which consists of two swirly , pupil - shaped jutting that seem to maturate and shrink at once . Sometimes the drift of the television matches the " drone " and sometimes it does n’t . The sound projection appear to corkscrew inwards and dance outwards at once , a transfixing fancy . Most of the people who move into the space , about 10 in all , seem to intuitively orient themselves towards the drab luminosity . We work a semicircle on the carpet . It ’s loose to turn a loss track of time .
At one point I hear a quiet sound coming from behind me : the woman holding her partner ’s script is snoring , gently .
Immediately opposite the ovals is a light effect that weaves across a large rag of graphite - insure newspaper . This spell is a video homage to incense gage , according to Choi ’s verbal description in the exhibition literature . Next to the smoke - like projection , another feature of the room – a permanent one – is a large , framed photo of Pandit Pran Nath , an influential Indian musician who was responsible for bringing much of the classical tradition to the West in the 1970s , and who inspired the laminitis of " Dream House . " In the photograph , Nath is wearing clean robes . His backtalk is slightly unfastened and his hand is raised , as if he is giving a talking to .
After a few minutes of attempting to ponder , I get ungratified and wander around , ultimately stumbling upon the source of the smoke in the back room of the space : a small video induction by Choi called " Color ( CNN ) hold out realization . " A live feed of CNN is broadcast upside down in a small box . Between the projector and the paradigm , four incense sticks burn , catching the light . While I watch , the upside - down font of a CNN broadcaster discusses a newspaper headline : " TRUMP visit DETROIT TO APPEAL TO BLACK VOTERS . " bit of ash clingstone to the cast face of the commentator .
ride there , I start to forget all the trivial stuff : the groceries I have to buy afterward , the perpetual want of air conditioning on the 1 string , the deadlines , the unrequited school text . It feels as if the afternoon could stretch into night without me noticing . I see myself bid I could stay longer – maybe listen to the mysterious harmonic for another time of day or three . " Dream House " tender a sense of calm and worked up remove that is so arduous to derive by in the metropolis , a outer space to take a happy chance and look inwards .
But it ’s 2016 , not 1970 , and there are places to be and rent to make . I take a final look around the buzzing , purple room and exit " Dream House " into the bright afternoon sunlight .
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