if you have ever watched twilight morph into night, how it enters that phase when the horizon has gone beyond pink to magenta, blue washes with yellow until dirty, suddenly a different blue – call it Prussian, akin to the blues that ache against the white architecture when sky and sea marry your eye as it drifts watching a white sail pinprick the beyond, then you will understand the genius behind this man, a man who wants you find your perception within his hand, not to turn you into his puppet, but to allow realization that a melting horizon has more to offer than darkness, there is light even when there appears none
when we close our eyes to dream entering the Other, drifting into a light that is more real than what our mind creates in pools of fluorescent landscapes, a light behind thin skin that navigates ridges of grey matter, this, this is what matters to our captain who welcomes us into his light scape, but be warned for it may transform, perhaps forever, it is transformative, like the light that emanates from your eyes closed swimming in a state of bliss
“I want to create an atmosphere that can be consciously plumbed with seeing, like the wordless thought that comes from looking in a fire.” – James Turrell
The above is quite long, but a wonderful retrospective of artist, James Turrell, whose work is being shown in three major exhibitions across the States. Terrell’s work with light has been ongoing since the 60s – it is expansive, it is illuminating. He wants us to experience light not as something that is separate from us, but as something that is part of us.
enter his light, go dream ~