Before I start, I would like to say that I don't know if this is Art, but it was certainly a fascinating experience.
The Japanese Artist Yayoi Kusama currently has a show called Infinity Mirrors installed at the Seattle Art Museum. She plays with light and color, shape and form, and creates environments that are physically small enough to hold only 3 or so people but expand in all directions through the use of mirrors, altering the participant’s perception and making it feel as though one is actually in an infinite space. There were several such rooms, though the show also included Kusama’a sculptures, paintings, drawings, and an odd space called The Obliteration Room. (More on that in a little bit.)
Here are some pictures I took of some of the little mirrored rooms:
The mirrored rooms reminded me of when I was a small child. Our upstairs bathroom was long and narrow, and each end of the room had a mirror. I could look into the mirror over the sink and see myself reflected into infinity behind me, and then turn and look into the other mirror for the same effect. It was fascinating. I can remember my mother at the door, saying What are you doing in there? The answer was Nuthin! I’ll be right out! Because I didn’t then know how to say I’m looking into infinity! And I don’t wanna come out!
Summer 2017 again
The Obliteration Room started out as an all- white room fitted out with things you’d find in an ordinary house. Furniture, shelving, lamps, a bicycle, picture frames- but everything was white.
As each participant entered, we were handed a page of colored stickers and told we could put them anywhere we wanted.
You get the idea- obliterate the space with color.
Kusama had a more profoundly spiritual outlook, which is impossible for me to buy into, but I do love her whimsy.
The BLP and I were there on the day before the “official” opening, about noon, so only a few hours’ worth of museum-goers had been there before us. The room was far from obliterated by the colorful stickers and we had lots of choices on where to put them.
I found a corner next to a lamp, discovering that even with clever lighting, there were cast shadows that seemed far more important than they would if the room wasn’t so darn white to start with.
I placed my stickers and took a record shot, knowing that within hours/days/weeks my little contribution to obliteration would become part of the sea of color that would inevitably flood the room and transform it.
Not my usual style, is it?
Maybe I will keep it.
Or maybe I will simply paint the surface white again, and obliterate the image.
That, I think, would be somehow fitting.