In response to looking at James Turrell’s work I was sitting in my usual spot in my room. The sun came through the clouds so strongly and unexpectedly that I quickly got up and tried to respond to it as quickly as I could. I first thought of the quote from my previous post: “The artist was essentially painting (or sculpting) with light.” I had some coloured acetate sitting so I placed that on my window so that the light moving through would collect the colour and print in onto my room.
To show the colours more vividly I placed a white sheet of paper down.
When the sun was strongly coming through the window the colours would perform on the page very vividly but when the cloud came the colours were almost invisible. It was a strange feeling knowing the colours where still there I just couldn’t see them with less light, bringing back my initial connection between light and truth.
