repetition. many. no walls.
after 14 hours of that, around 2am, i got what i wanted: two tickets to art gallery.
but seriously, when was the last time a big town went mad about an art exhibition? well, this one, wherever it goes, it sells out. funny enough, once you start to pay attention, there are many exhibitions that sells out- i literally have to fight in line to get self into steve mcqueen, and i have followed exhibitions on their 'tour course.' this was one of them.
today, me and a good friend embarked on the madness that is yayoi kusama: inifinity mirrors. the arts were playful, weird, and people were also weird, playful; perhaps more so than the actual exhibition.
her life is full of 'flashes of light, auras, or dense field of dots,' and talking flowers and morphing prints.
being one of the hottest artists, there are many interesting interpretations, theories and interviews to explain WHY-
just a few thoughts:
1. the scale and sheer number of these repetitions are bit crazy. like millions swarming over your vision field. like apocalyptic locusts. because there are so many, they kinda 'move' around, in that 3-D picture way.
2. so many people told me that this is the stuff of their nightmares. like the stuff theyve seen in their dreams/nightmares as a kid, and made them go cry and knock on parents' door. that kinda glob-like, so many of them, just repeating themselves, without defining what they are-
so what makes us like them so much now? or are we collectively lying a bit.... (hmm)
just a few thoughts:
1. the scale and sheer number of these repetitions are bit crazy. like millions swarming over your vision field. like apocalyptic locusts. because there are so many, they kinda 'move' around, in that 3-D picture way.
2. so many people told me that this is the stuff of their nightmares. like the stuff theyve seen in their dreams/nightmares as a kid, and made them go cry and knock on parents' door. that kinda glob-like, so many of them, just repeating themselves, without defining what they are-
so what makes us like them so much now? or are we collectively lying a bit.... (hmm)
3. imma gonna try to get back in there again. the dimension of the inifinity mirror rooms are physically noticeable (with body heats of people in it all day, and various scents, noise, etc), and while i was in there, it was hard to overcome that and 'believe' that fields are infinite. 20 sec is too short of a time to forget all that noise.
but now that ive left, the rooms in my head are growing without walls. this is trippy.
i wonder if i can try to 'get into it' right away when/IF i return-
4. the conception of mirror room is quite playful. and the gallery has sticker room for everyone to participate at the end of the exhibition. and the idea is that you go put stickers wherever you want to. but when i asked the lady if i could rather take a sticker or two home (i have no idea why i wanted to), she said:
THE STICKERS MUST BE USED IN THE ROOM AND NO YOU CANNOT TAKE IT OUT OF THIS ROOM, I MIGHT CHECK ON YOU.
well, that is no longer so playful?
man, did i get a shade and a half. HA HA HA.
that was a bit hilarious, perhaps. the policing of dots politics.
THE STICKERS MUST BE USED IN THE ROOM AND NO YOU CANNOT TAKE IT OUT OF THIS ROOM, I MIGHT CHECK ON YOU.
well, that is no longer so playful?
man, did i get a shade and a half. HA HA HA.
that was a bit hilarious, perhaps. the policing of dots politics.
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good luck getting tickets, toronto. it's bit mad.
Let's hope I can get us back in with a bit of 'line-up fun' in April.
ReplyDeleteI remember at AGO taking a photo o inside the Henry Moore room:
SIR, DELETE THAT PICTURE NOW.
oh, I said, sorry - didn't notice the notice. Glad you're here to inform me.
I'M NOT HERE TO INFORM I AM HERE TO ENFORCE.
haha! did you smuggle a sticker?