Roger Hiorns at The Yorkshire
Sculpture Park
Being the third time I have
viewed Hiorns masterpiece; I still don’t lose the same feeling when you step
inside the ultramarine space.
Roger Hiorns “seizure” as
defined in the oxford dictionary as “capturing someone” does just that as you
walk into the room of glistening crystalised copper sulphur ejecting out the
walls like something nature couldn’t achieve. A forced upon action by Hiorns
using 90,000 liters of copper sulphate in the abandoned water tight London
flat, feels as though walking into a giant science experiment. The hanging
crystals from the ceiling that have a sense of delicacy in their natural
positions retain a sapphire blue hue that reflects from the torch as the only
source of light in the room. The room is
breath taking.
I felt there was something
comforting about being surrounded by the reminisce of such a potentially
harmful chemical in such a cosy little bed sit no wider than ten meters; that
someone once lived their life in. The contrast of these two concepts to me was
interesting. When being in the room it felt as though the room could still be
lived in; A spiritual dwelling. With the crystalized light bulb hanging from
the ceiling and the dado rail separating the walls. There was a sense of
normality in the room despite the enormous delicacy that was created on every
space.
The claustrophobic grotto like
space is criticized by some for the relocation from the small London council
estate to the Yorkshire sculpture park in Wakefield. It is probable that some
are lead to pose the question of the relevance of its relocation. Although
ideal to be viewed in a gallery space, the authenticity of being in the
surroundings of a derelict council estate with the surreal structure contained
inside a bed-sit could possibly make the piece more interesting. I feel the
contrast the everyday life enclosed behind one door and Hiorns surreal space
enclosed behind another would impose a totally different reaction by its
viewers altogether.
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