From the 2nd to the 10th of September, Liz West’s exhibition on colour will be running as part of the Bristol Bennial. For those of you who live locally, you can find the inspiring installation in one of the Pithay studios’ old offices. If you’re not around, look the artist up and see all her amazing work. Her body of work is impressive, to say the least, and I know I’ll be keeping my eyes peeled for what she might be doing next. I’ve already resolved to revisit the colour perception exhibition before it closes.
It was such a pleasure to be completely awash in colour. I noted that I felt most happy in the pink-lit section of the vast room. I felt hopeful, giddy and playful. I made several Boomerang videos to capture the moment. (Images of me twirling in my pleats and shimmying are floating around the internet.) Reluctant to leave my new-found safe haven, I made my way through the space. I serenely passed the yellow, which merged into green. I was still in a good place, albeit slightly indifferent to the colours’ effect on me. I was, in hindsight, complacent about the unthreatening prettiness that surrounded me. That in turn lured me into the depths of a deep blue hue. Then, suddenly, I found myself in a melancholic ocean of deep purple. And I felt almost the opposite of all of the pink’s positivity. I didn’t stay down there too long. Ever the documentor, I filmed my slow walk back up to light optemism. (See below.) I hope the serenity still comes across despite the evident waddle of my walk. I was in heels.
Overall, I enjoyed the exhibition. There was no need to think – or overthink, as is often the case at art exhibitions – just to feel. The irony is that I do not like the colour pink in real life, but purple to me is of huge importance (research its significane in ancient hitory). Why did those colours have such contrasting effects on me? Maybe the way we view colours in quotidien life, having normalised them through habbit and structure, is not the way they are entended to be viewed? But less of the overthinking, back to feeling. A couple of families came in with toddlers who immediately ran across the room giggling and screaming with glee. As soon as they entered, they blazed through each hue without thought.
“All the kids who come in here do that,” one of the assistants told us wihtout invitation. Their joy was infectious. “It’s like they think they are literally flying through the colours.”
Me too, to an extent. My colour perception momentarily halted my perception of reality. Why do you think I need to return to it?
The Our Colour exhibition runs from 2-10 September, 2016. #ourcolour