Waking up.

It’s been a while. Work, travel, a relocation to London. Dealing with changes and getting used to a new life, away from the sea, closer to the heart of things. It’s all good though, all learning experiences. I’m feeling a bit rusty with writing in general, so I’ll start with a particular: the Anish Kapoor exhibition at the Lisson Gallery, sadly ended yesterday. Caught it just in time.

My absolute favourite were the metal hemispheres filled with colour on the inside. It’s such a rare experience to have your field of vision filled completely with just one thing, even rarer for it to be just colour, vivid, saturated, absolute. Those sheets of colour mess with your perception: when the colour is matte, when there’s no reflection to guide your eye, from an angle the insides of the shapes seem completely flat, not concave. I stood in front of the pieces, closely, and giggled. There was more to the exhibition, but the sheer joy provoked by the experience of facing those made them a definite highlight for me. Still amazed I now live in a place where those things are accessible, available, free.