We are lying on our backs looking up into the pastel-hued interior of The Guggenheim spiral.
We are sitting on benches leaning our heads against the walls side-by side with strangers, boys, girls, men, women, babies, foreigners.
Walking into darkened spaces filled with James Turrell light.
Being inside of James Turrell light.
Breathing in and breathing out James Turrell light.
Watching James Turrell light change the spiral chute from pale ivory white to pink to fuschia to pale green to a blue color to an orange color and then it’s gone.
And then it starts again.
And more people come.
And no pictures or electronic devices, please.
But we are very naughty because we snap a pic whenever we can.
So does everyone else.
Because light shows by James Turrell make everyone naughty.
Or at lease they should.
And no one can stop us.
Because it’s so lovely to be naughty.
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September 8, 2013 at 3:40 pm
It’s funny because one cannot breathe light but I can immediately understand what you mean and even imagine times when I have done something similar. Writing about human experience is a magic art.
September 8, 2013 at 3:50 pm
T. Pascal I think for some reason you would love this installation. Turrell writes about his love of light, why working with it (in it?) is his thing. I enjoyed watching people’s reactions to the installation as much as I enjoyed the art itself. I know that some people would say, “Oh…how can that be “art?” I could do that.” But…they wouldn’t…because they wouldn’t even think to experiment with it, much less imagine an exhibit that has people lying on their backs for hours in silence staring up at it. I loved it. So, I must improve at writing about it!
September 10, 2013 at 9:09 pm
Looks like a great idea for a lighted inlay.
September 10, 2013 at 9:39 pm
Indeed Clifton Grant….as only you could do it! How nice to see you here on G+!
September 11, 2013 at 12:09 pm
Well thanks to you. I didn’t know about it until you mentioned it. I hope your doing well, have a Great day !
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