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Books Without Words: The Visual Poetry of Elisabetta Gut
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I wasn’t all that excited to see this piece in person. I mean, it is a hole in the ceiling, right? Nope, not at all. I have never seen colors play against each other in such a vibrant and playful manner. The space completely flattens out and ceases to be the sky. It transforms into a living Malevich or Rothko painting. The richness of the blue in the sky is something that is unrivaled by anything I have ever seen. Yves Klein should be green with envy over Turrell’s use and manipulation of the color blue. The color in the sky and the lighting in the room combine to move your eye back and forth to catch all of the shifting, living color, that I am sure is only seen by people that are tripping on acid. If you are in Houston do not miss the James Turrell Skyspace at the Live Oak Friends Meeting Place, every Friday, 30 minutes before sunset.