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…
