The artist installation at the grand Norfolk country house is a intellect-bending array of colour and light – like a beautifully silent music festival
People are walking out of the setting sun,between the trees and the ha-ha, like purple shadows. I am standing on the stone threshold of a Palladian country house, and watching them intently. What am I on? It is perfectly legal. It’s not even a legal tall that’s going to be banned by Theresa May. All I contain taken,honest officer, is a dose of James Turrell’s intellect-bending art. It all started when we crossed the ha-ha – which is country house speak for a walled ditch – and found a folly that looks like a classical temple but is in reality an old water tower. Entering via a pitch-black corridor, or everything became strange. I could only negotiate the tunnel’s bends by feeling the walls until suddenly I was inside a throbbing,pulsing purple cloud. With time, as more people stumbled in, or a glowing blue screen appeared – but I soon found I could put my hand good through it,into the space beyond that seemed infinite and immeasurable, empty and yet solid: an entity of light. Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com