Purdy Hicks Gallery
I had just been inside Yayoi Kusama's Infinity Room at Tate Modern (you need to pay to see this exhibition). It was too dark to see the walls or ceiling, and just possible to make out a narrow path running between still water. Thousands of tiny coloured lights flash on and off, now a vibrant pattern, now a monochrome of sapphire blue or forest green.
Every surface is reflective. You look up and can imagine floating into space. Step outside the path and you will plunge down, down into beauty without end. Or branch out sideways and cut a swathe through a magical forest of lights which has no limits.
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| (c) artist 100 x 160cm C-Print Diasec Edition of 5 |
From there I walk to Purdy Hicks Gallery, on the foothills of Tate Modern, only a couple of minutes away. They're currently showing a Finnish photographer and a Japanese painter. Eeva Karhu is the photographer.
I'm facing more delusion. A flat two dimensional area shows us a three dimensional world which does not exist. Some words from the website (which may be from the artist):
Places which you can see,
but which you can never reach.
You can select a spot in the horizon,
walk towards it,
but when you are finally stand in that place
The horizon is already there again
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| Horizon (c) the artist |
There are a lot of horizons and I think the person who is tired of horizons may be tired of life.. I like the way she hovers between dream and reality.
I'm reminded of the Australian poet Les Murray's words
Everything except language
knows the meaning of existence.
Trees, plants, rivers, time
know nothing else. They express it
moment by moment as the universe.
Even this fool of a body
lives it in part, and would
have full dignity within it
but for the ignorant freedom
of my talking mind.
You can view a fine selection of images of her work on her website.
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