In the room with the holograms, we stopped to watch the woman on the screen intently folding a creamy mat of spun silk, and then a weaver at a loom. The film accompanies a microscope bearing a slide — a glass plate, liquid silk and a poem from the point of view of a silkworm.
We were wandering through the spring exhibits at Mass MoCA, where the Wonder exhibit is quietly in its last days, and new shows are opening. Nick Cave’s ‘Until’ enveloped us in sober, awe-struck quiet. And the timeline of the universe filled us with delight. Especially me. Because a couple of seconds past the Big Bang, I heard my name and turned to find Amanda Korman, my friend, my fellow Williams alum, my first intern and colleague at the Eagle, magically transported up the East Coast to spend a week as an artist in residence at the museum. Some days the universe expands like that.
