Finding this place was bordering on a nightmare. Told to go underground, we ended up spending 15 minutes scrutinising every service door in the parking lot and attempting to pry open others due to the absence of signs. Eventually we joined another group as lost as we were and finally found a teeny tiny sign pointing us in the right direction. For all the frustration gained, it dissipated once I saw the exhibition. Upon entering the space, you are blind. Shrouded in darkness (save a few low watt light bulbs indicating stairs) you see lines of light moving across the floor in a lazy manner.
As your eyes accustom to the darkness, you notice the ‘walls’ of the lines narrowing up to a point in the projector. Although made up of nothing more than light, they almost feel solid in appearance. The magical part is the different feelings you get when observing it outside, inside the image and lying down looking up. The way they are able to change your perception of space reminds me of James Turrell's works. They feel like barriers that you cannot enter or exit, narrowing the space till you feel like you might be crushed or swallowed and at times, sinister in its movement.
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