Another day in NYC, another pop-up museum. But not just any other. Color Factory NYC stands as my favorite pop-up museum, temporary exhibit, and all around way to spend an evening. Immersive in color from room to room. Adding sweet treats along the way. Some poetry. Some movement. Some drawing. Some drumming. Some spinning. Some labyrinth walking. Something for every sense and then something more. Throw in some banter with a factory worker about guessing how old I am (we agreed on anywhere between 28 and 52) and that same worker letting S and me grab an extra marshmallow before heading to the next room, and throw in a free coat check that would hold my great big orange bag (courtesy of S — 45% of our friendship is giving bags to each other that we have to then hold for the rest of the time we hang out), and throw in a map of NYC that shows where to find colors specific to NYC, and there you have it. My fave by far. Also, a ball pit. I didn’t get stuck, but when I got neck deep, I also go claustrophobic and had to get out of the ball pit quick. Ever try to get out of a ball pit quick? It’s kinda slow. But still, my fave.

These balloons flew around.

Dancing!

There’s a long explanation of this photo but I’m going to let the psycho scare speak for itself.

Listening

Drawing

Choosing A Path

And for the record, pre-claustrophobia:

Another day in the city, another pit to get stuck in. #colorfactorynyc pic.twitter.com/tJK8qTmkhc

— Christina M Rau 🖋📚🧘‍♀️🚀♍️©️ (@ChristinaMRau) September 8, 2018