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![]() This is the sight you are greeted with when you enter the gallery from the west entrance. It was a particularly bitter and miserable day outside, making it all the more bizarre to come in out of the rain to a blazing sun. |
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![]() The sun itself is not a disc, but a half-moon reflected on itself. I kept expecting to warm up and need to start peeling off layers, because I was so close to an intensely bright sun, albeit a fake one, I just assumed it would emit a great deal of heat. Not only was there no warmth, there was no sound. The sheer size of the hall seemed to absorb almost all sound. Because of this, even though I could see all the people around me, I couldn't hear them, so they seemed nonexistent. The cold, despite being so near to the sun, the soundlessness, the eerie light, all served to make me feel like a survivor of some apocalyptic event. |
![]() For some reason, people avoided coming up close to the sun. I suppose, like me, they assumed that they would be burnt if they got too close. The picture on the right is of the ceiling. At this stage, I was still absorbing everything above eye-level and hadn't yet looked around at eve-level and below. |
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Wondering what all the little bodies on the ceiling
were doing ? This is it. Everyone. Young, old, fat, thin, posh and poor.
They were all spread out on the floor making shapes with their bodies. The
images reflected on the ceiling were so tiny that people shed all
embarrassment of being caught looking at one's own reflection. It was
amazing to see. People were literally flopping around like suffocating fish,
giggling and laughing. For such a prim or rough nation it was remarkable to
see so many of them reacting in the same way to something and sharing such
an innocence.
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| These are my friends Zena and Louisa trying to move in synchrony. They didn't have all that much luck but had so much fun trying it didn't matter. They were so absorbed in what they were doing that they were not in the least bit bothered by me photographing them. The same was true for most of the other people, but I couldn't be as invasive as I was with these two. | |
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![]() There were people trying to make art out of art, and the creation on the left is one such example. The lady above exuded loneliness. She was desperately trying to experience the installation as everyone else was but was so self-conscious that all she could do was lie their stiffly.
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7 December 2003