MLow's airport, landed in the census as the room for The Arrival. From the air Terminal B reads as the evil eye, an almond plaza with a blue glass dome for an iris, and its seven gate pods open like the blossom. You arrive under the dome, among check in islands and the departures board, walk the gallery concourse where the census hangs in the terminal's own frames, and come out in the blossom gate hub among the seven sculptures. Through the glass, MW317 rolls down the runway and climbs away. Stand on the blossom in the middle of the hub and it is cleared for you.
The record for this place is being written.
The blue glass dome over the rotunda with its ink oculus, the eye inlaid in the rotunda floor, four island check in desks with MLOW backwalls, the departures board listing the collections, art wrapped columns, the gallery concourse with its skylight slot and blue band, MLOW SHOP and CLOUD 9 CAFE, the neck to the blossom gate hub, seven blossom sculptures on plinths, gate signs B1 to B7, the arrivals annex with two art wrapped carousels, MLOW AIR jets with evil eye tails at the jet bridges, runway 09/27, the control tower with its eye, the MLOW blimp, the helipad, taxi 317 at the drop off. Mood: blue glass, a gallery concourse, and a jet taking off for you. Everything is procedural geometry with painted surfaces; nothing is a scan or a photograph. The room is an interpretation, and it hangs the New Yorkers the census recorded at this place first.