Explosion In The Sky.
It was a rainy night . . .
No. Really. It was. It was rainin' like a mofo. And the pouring started just moments before Cai Guo-Qiang's Light Cycle went off in 2003. This Creative Time project still burns brightly in my brain. One of the things that I loved most about it was that it was so NOT what people expected. I think that people went to the event to relive some kind of 4th of July memory. Bad move. Light Cyclewas very much about the present, about exploring the beauty of that moment. In some ways it reminded me of Song Dong's mesmerizing exploration of the temporal in Times Square in 2005.
It would be easy to say that the weather didn't cooperate, but I'd take issue with that. I'd say that the low ceiling of the sky added to the beauty. It contained the light in an unexpected way. That containment seemed to intensify the afterimage imprinted directly onto the back of my skull. Thank you big dark cloudy sky.
Why am I mentioning this now? Cai Guo-Qiang has a retrospective opening at the Gugg tomorrow, and I have a strong feeling that it just might rock. Here's Roberta Smith's review from the Times today.