Scurried over to Queens after the make-up class this afternoon and by scurry, I mean: chasing the G, then chasing the 7, then sprinting across Corona Park from the Mets stadium to Queens Museum. Let me tell you, getting to Queens is not pleasant. (MTA/ or DOT? Please look into this, thanks)
Arrived in time to catch the 'You Are Here' exhibition by Design Trust for Public Space. Such amazing work being done in the redesign of the park and the process is so comprehensive, I was beyond encouraged. I heard Spanish and Chinese translators everywhere, I saw families with young children, old couples, design students, design professionals, high school students with prototypes. Stakeholders galore right before my eyes. There is hope, apparently, for community design. And I'm so glad it's starting in Queens.
Queens is by far the most diverse place I've been in the city. Running across the park to get to the exhibition was just a colorful experience altogether, a fucking smorgasbord of culture and people. This little Hispanic girl sees me running and she runs alongside me while dribbling a soccer ball with her little brother. And then I see a Chinese man sleeping in the sun by the huge World's Fair metal globe structure. All while a family of Indian-Muslims skate in the now-empty fountain. I mean I love Central Park, but Corona Park has got me charmed on a whole different level.
When I get the time I'm going to map all the things i saw and smelled, ugh, put that on the long list of things to do when school is fucking over.