Tuesday, 2 June 2009Light therapy
Stop. Take a beat. Listen. Or BYO ipod and crack on some Ingrid Michaelson (I did say I like a little ukulele). You’re in for a treat.
Eno’s 77 Million Paintings is as literal as you make it out to be. A patchwork of original artwork, cut and sewn by hand to form fractals of ‘77 million’ algorithms.
But what is IT?
What is great art if not at its base the simple deceit of light and colour?
Yes, BUT WHAT IS IT?
Get over the first five minutes squirming on the faux leather benches in the Playhouse, making faux flatulent echoes, and you will be richly rewarded. Punch through that barrier in your mind that keeps you locked in the Big City Life and you’ll find your pot at the end of the rainbow.
Rushing across the way from the office, I must admit I found the first minutes quite tedious. I had numbers to crunch, papers to push, i’s to dot and cliches to recall. But once I switched off that side of the brain, I was mesmerised. Transfixed. And incredibly chillaxed.
Does it feel like you’ve popped a few (metaphorical) beta blockers and the blood vessels of your mind loosen and with the flow you go? Why, yes. Yes, in fact it does.
And what does THAT feel like? I hear you ask.
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