It’s Maundy Thursday. Don’t worry; I had to look it up, too. I’ve exhausted my pool of matzoh jokes for the week (“Why does everyone complain about it tasting like cardboard? ‘TIS THE BREAD OF AFFLICTION,” etc.), and so it’s come to this. Lent is almost over; you can start eyeing that humiliating heap of Marshmallow Peeps/Cadbury Eggs you’ve been hoarding since last year’s post-Easter candy aisle blowout and pray for deliverance from insulin resistance. In other news, by some act of divine providence we’ve managed to finally break 50°F, meaning that I expect to wake up every morning like this, god damn it, until it’s barely hot enough to start complaining again.
I never went to Sunday school, but I hear that damnation starts in the Garden of Eden. Shall we?
Louise Dudis: Eye Level with the Smallest Leaf at Robert Henry Contemporary
This series of large-scale, multi-panel photographs started, Dudis says, on a night with a “low, full, and brilliant moon.” Into it. The immaculate fragility of nature encompasses both mammoth trunks and rotting leaves—a nice reminder of our own subtle and delicate decay, no? Having represented the majesty of morality during the time of American Transcendentalism, consider that these trees have fallen. Through April 28.
Celestial Dome at Trestle Gallery
As you atone with existential dread—because that’s what you do, you liberal arts-indoctrinated heathens—allow Celestial Dome to spark thoughts on freedom and the “uncontrollable forces of the universe.” It’s topsy turvy (clouds and vapor trails are not above, but below) and interactive; set a flock of birds into flight with your phone since you’ll be tweeting (get it?) anyway. Through April 14.
The Inferno of Dante Aligheri: A Reading at The Cathedral Church of Saint John the Divine
Someone brilliant decided that the tagline for this event should be “Hell, yes.” Groan all you’d like about the Upper West Side; this is supposed to be superb. The webpage says so little but doing thum reetherch on the internetzth has informed me that there is “creepy” organ music involved. Tonight, 9pm through the wee hours of sin. Previous readings have ended around 10am.
The Manitou at Videology
What’s that? You’re beyond redemption? Shame. Prepare for imminent damnation with this 1978 story about Tony Curtis’ involvement with a tumor that is actually a demonic spirit—YEP—and prepare yourself for “séances, sorcery, and special effects.” See you in hell, better known as Bedford Avenue on a weekend night. Tomorrow, 9pm.