james turrell

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James Turrell inspects the installation of his work Aten Reign at the Guggenheim Museum in 2013

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James Turrell's Roden Crater is a cinder cone type of volcanic cone from an extinct volcano, with a remaining interiorvolcanic crater. It is located northeast of the city of Flagstaff in northern Arizona, United States.

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James Turrell Virga, 1974

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Outside In maquette, James Turrell, 1991.

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Sensing Thought, 2005.

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James Turrell in Eagle Scout uniform on family avocado farm, c. 1957!

from: Michael Govan, James Turrell: a Retrospective (New York, NY: Del Monico Books, 2013).

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James Turrell’s Into the Abyss ganzfeld (2006) 

Image by independent curator and art critic Sara Luizzi.

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Gathered Sky | James Turrell (2012)

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Guggenheim Conversations: James Turrell

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James Turrell - Roden Crater - Studies/Plans (1974-now)

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James Turrell’s Perceptual Cell.

“The Perceptual Cells are Turrell’s most extreme work. The visitor approaches a giant sphere that looks like an oversize Ping-Pong ball and lies down on something like a morgue drawer to be pushed inside. When the door is shut, the lights come on, so bright that it’s almost pointless to close your eyes. As the colors shift and morph, you begin to see things that aren’t there, like tiny rainbows floating in space and crisp geometric forms. It turns out that what you’re seeing is the biological structure of your own eye, which, in the blinding intensity, has turned on itself.

Even Turrell describes the Perceptual Cells as “invasive” and “oppressive.” Some of his most avid fans prefer not to see the series. Andrea Glimcher represents Turrell at the Pace Gallery in Manhattan, but when she visited Lacma for the opening in May, she declined to view the Perceptual Cell. “Just thinking about it makes me want to press a panic button,” she told me. When one of the curators of this year’s Guggenheim exhibition, Nat Trotman, viewed the Perceptual Cell at Lacma, he wrote me to say that it had “rewired” his thinking and was “very aggressive and very hallucinatory.” Before viewers climb into the Perceptual Cells, Turrell makes them sign waivers to certify that they are 18 years old, sober and sane.”

Source: Wil S. Hylton in NYT Magazine

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Amba (1983), James Turrell

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James Turrell’s Air Apparent

Phoenix | January 20th, 2013

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James Turrell, Wedgework V, 1975.

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…one of the most profound experiences I’ve had in a museum was attending James Turrell’s The Light Inside in Houston. I was first introduced to Turrell’s work when my father took me to the Nasher Sculpture Center as a kid. The Nasher has one of his skyspaces, called Tending (Blue). His skyspaces are intended to frame the sky in a manner that manipulates the natural and artificial light to compliment the changing conditions of the sky and atmosphere.  

Tending (Blue) is an enclosed, intimate space with reclined seats lining the walls so that when you sit down, you have an absolutely perfect view of the sky. The feeling is meditative and almost spiritual. There’s a sense of something beyond reality you are allowed to experience when enveloped in his creations. As a kid I always marveled at the fact that this was art, the fact that art could be more than a painting on a wall or an abstract sculpture. This was something completely different. Turrell’s work is an experience.

—from an essay by Lily R. Photo via the Nasher Sculpture Center

[too bad this work has been declared as a destroyed piece.]

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James Turrell works at his desk, drafting plans for Roden Crater in Flagstaff, Arizona. 

Photo by Dick Wiser via jamesturrell.com. 

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James Turrell, Ronin, 1968.

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