A hush has fallen over the Albright-Knox Art Gallery’s darkened sculpture court, where the only sounds to be heard are the soft clank of marble floor tiles and the hiss of fog machines dispensing puffs of vapor into the air.
Like a cathedral, the grand space makes visitors feel small.
Unlike a cathedral, the object of worship is not displayed on some ornate altarpiece, but streamed from a pair of high-powered digital projectors mounted to the 30-foot ceiling.