Light Show, Hayward gallery, Southbank
Some art comes and goes like a fleeting thought towards what you want for dinner. You stand back, you take it in, you appreciate it, sure, but as you walk away, you leave the memory of it behind too.
Other pieces have the ability to stay with you for life. Today, I can safely say that there were installations in the Hayward Gallery’s Light Show which I’ll never forget.
It’s always testament as to how affecting an exhibition was if you pull your phone out of your pocket as you leave, to immediately call someone you know will understand as you enthuse about what you’ve just seen.
Some of the pieces were calming, tranquil and peaceful. Not so much thought-provoking, just …a still experience. ‘Nice’.
Other pieces were incredible clever and ingeniously executed, leaving me in awe of how the artist had managed to turn such an incomprehensible idea into reality.
One piece, however, hypnotized me and crept into my phyche as I stood, mesmerised by it. I’m not exagerrating when I say I had goose-pimples -I’ll talk about it for years to come. If you want to know what happens when you take twenty-or-so water fountains of different variants and light them purely using strobe lights in a pitch-black space, then this exhibition must be seen.