1) and for 30 some meters,
I walked along a corridor
drenched in fog and a bright yellow light.
it was impossible to make out the origin
of this warm and immediate experience.
psychedelic drugs must induce this feeling
or a near-death moment
or the instant of being born
or born again.
2) a little further along,
different sources of light
in various colors and intensities
projected all us folks onto the wall.
kids were dancing,
some kept still and up close to the source
others moved along the wall as though they were caught in pudding.
the layers of our collective identity showed up
there in the room,
which resembled awfully accurately
we were nowhere near the sun,
outside of these factitious realms.
3) and then, there in the pitch black dark
behind heavy velvet curtains
was a water fountain spitting;
however, I could only see the burst
whenever a streak of lightning or very bright flash went off,
somewhere in the hinterlands of the space.
what resulted was a perfectly still capture
of water in mid fall.
oh how miraculous is seems
when two elements together
give our senses a new sensation,
which they didn’t anticipated before.
and so that day
at the Tate
it was all about light and other elements
and us humans interacting
in the moment.
so glad I got to be there
and be reminded that art and magic
are things we, too, make.
Olafur Eliasson truly creates new worlds there at the Tate right now.
And it’s on us to make them come alive.
The arts at their best: