Reasonable
Folly of Polka Dot Splinters of Light
The room is soaked in a blue shadow studded with fluo polka dot
stickers: blue, green, red, yellow. The blueness lays on the TV, the sofa, the
table, the chairs, the glass on the table, the shelves, the books on the
shelves, the floor. The polka dots are splinters of light originated from the
tail of a nuclear comet – that’s why their colours don’t fade even after
reaching the ground.
I sit on a chair and I wait for them to cover me, but they don’t come. I
don’t feel uncomfortable because everything in the room is entangled with polka
dots, I feel uncomfortable because I’m not. I am a dark shadow in a world of
coloured spots.
This folly created by an obsessive red-bobbed manga character looks
really balanced to me. Light and darkness, colours and blueness, even the
equidistance between polka dots. This is an intriguing-but-not-creepy kind of
folly, the reasonable folly that can be canalised into a piece of art.
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Yayoi Kusama will be at Tate Britain until June 5.
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