Post #1427 • December 8, 2009, 9:10 AM • 122 Comments
Inside the building, suspended above the great stairs, hangs an enormous scrunched-up ball of coloured cellophane, the sort in which downmarket florists wrap bouquets for mourners to leave at the sites of fatal accidents. This work, by Spencer Finch, is called Sunlight in an Empty Room (Passing Cloud for Emily Dickinson, Amherst, MA, August 28, 2004) (2004). ‘By attempting to capture the ephemeral and formless’, this item ‘investigates the imprecise nature of perception in relation to memory’. And indeed, its relationship to Dickinson does seem to be characterised by imprecision of perception, as this mess—Chihuly on the cheap— has precisely nothing to do with Dickinson’s weird, hermetic, dangerously sharp-edged genius.
Writing this good tempts me to post every fortnight as well.