If you did lots of drugs in college and you liked how they made you feel, then the Olafur Eliasson show at MoMA is just the high art gig for you. There’s lights, there’s strobes, there’s swinging fans. There’s a hallway that fucks with your sense of perception. All the place needs is thumping electronica. It’s over-the-top and totally tripped-out. And the best part? It doesn’t give you dry-mouth.
The spectacle runs through June 30th.
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Ventilator, 2007. See the video.
A photograph cannot even begin to convey the total weirdness of this piece, titled Room For One Colour (1997). A series of super-bright, yellow-tinted neon tubes line the second floor hallway, making anyone under it feel like a Big Mac under a heat lamp. The really cool effect, however, is that the yellow light distorts all sense of color in the eye, rendering everything you see black and white. (The camera can’t capture this.) For a moment, yesterday afternoon, I found myself somewhat dazed, standing in the MoMA hallway staring at my hand, and going, ‘Whoa, I’m in black and white.’
There was one other piece which I wanted to photograph and couldn’t. Not because of museum policy or anything like that, but because the strobe lights reeked havoc with my camera’s automatic light sensor. You can, however, see a video of Our Strange Certainty Still Kept, the fine-art equivalent of an ecstasy trip, here.
Posted by C-Monster.