Sunday, January 17, 2016

Everything and More by Rachel Rose

 One of the key things to do on my birthday was to see the Rachel Rose video exhibit. The New Yorker was very set on going to see this and I was keen to check it out. At first, I didn't realize it was a video exhibit, however video exhibits can be fun. Although, of course, Clown Torture was probably one of the best, worse, and most weird video exhibits I've ever seen. I didn't expect this to be anything like that.

This was really something lovely and truly wonderful to just sort of space out and enjoy. The room was dark when we entered, warm, the entire night of November was really very warm. It was also already full of some people, and as with many video exhibits, people would move in and out occasionally, we found a place to sit down in the corner, the New Yorker grabbed a bench and I spread out a bit more on the floor to enjoy the show as that seemed like the best thing to do. There were several people on the floor as well, a few it looks like who had been laying there for hours to enjoy the never ending looping cycle that was the pretty Everything and More. We started in space and then floated from space into the real world.

And what a lovely show.

The entire piece was like watching a moving Van Gogh. There were swirls and stars, and motion and movement floating back and forth and burning away across the screen. It enveloped the watcher so that you floated through the space and then into the training that would allow you to prepare for space, prepare for floating in nothingness that is somethingness. The waves ebbed and sounds would lift and expand, taking you down to fall into it again. It was a wonderful, well paced, with changing intervals that moved easily from space, to earth, the lab underwater, to a concert full of people to space again. Floating through the images were words and music, the beating heart and the gurgling bubbles of liquid. A wonderful cacophony, harmony, beautiful thing.

 A cycle, a beautiful cycle that really was everything and more.

I like the stimulation of it, being able to sit and drown in that cycle over and over again to just let it slip into the dark spaces and fill it with something else. It was a beautiful exhibit and one I might go to enjoy again before the show ends in February.

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