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An encounter with The Physics Room, Christchurch
I went to my first exhibition opening at The Physics Room. It’s quite an intimidating thing to go to because of all the cliques. But it was much easier being an art student and having friends there then going by yourself.
The exhibition was of Shannen Te Au’s work. There was a video installation of him on some sort of beached area, embracing and connecting with the beach by splashing in the puddles and getting amongst. There were also wild plants in paint pots. I didn’t really understand that part.
But the thing that I really liked was his performance. He had a looping machine, and started off by banging a metal pole into porcelain tiles, which created very cool echoes throughout The Physics Room, and then he looped these sounds over each other that created a beat. This then died out, and he began reading a spoken word and once he reached the end, he looped it and started reading it out again slightly after the point he started previously so it had that echo affect. He did this many times, and in some ways it felt like a trance sort of experience. I felt like his words pierced into me, and then suddenly pierced out of me, and that once this had happened I felt like I was really part of the room; his words were almost like sewing needles that pierced through one person and into the next and we were all sown together in this experience in the one room. In that way I kind of understood.
Yayoi Kusama - Infinity Nets
These are some of my favorite Yayoi pieces — they are so wonderful in person. Especially when you get close enough to scare museum guards! I want to make a copy of my own someday.
Man, Reaching by Derek Overfield 2013