Olafur Eliasson

I was thinking recently, if I was to name my favorite artist. It would have to be him and Leandro Erlich.



I came across Eliasson’s work for the first time at Tate Modern a few years back. I was bewildered by how a simple gesture of yellowish-orange projection changed human behavior at the turbine gallery.



The summer of his Waterfalls in New York, was one of the best summers. The excitement of seeing the waterfalls while unintentionally taking the subway across the bridge on the way to Sonic Youth, I still remember vividly. The warm summer heat of New York, how we ended up at the waterfront promenade in Brooklyn for the 4th of July fireworks; the streets that were named after fruits; the never fulfilled promise of going back to the promenade on a non-rainy day together… It was a summer about music, art, bonds of the closest friendships, and learning about being helpless…

Mirrors and Note on Being Morbid

We claim that we are busy; busy working, playing, just living. We seldom take a break and reflect on ourselves. Sometimes even when someone tells us something about us, we refuse to listen. I have definitely been in that situation before. Thinking back, did I get angry at the person because what was said about me was actually true? Something I knew subconsciously is a character in my personality, but was just too afraid to admit… Are their words mirrors reflecting me? Or are they wrongly judging?




The rug is called “Lovers”, urethane of the average amount of blood in two people. There is something beautiful about this implied destruction. The thought of “What was once there”. Just like beauty in ruins, it provokes imaginations of stories and fantasies. It is like a love for historical sites. Walking around imagining, maybe I was a part of this in my previous life.