James Turrell: ” I think we’re made for the twilight.”

Now it is concave, now it is convex;  ephemeral as mist,  solid as an inflated balloon, and always nothing but color and light reflecting, fluctuating, teasing the brain.  Engaging with the work of James Turrell, the mind does not so much reel as it dances between perceptions, grabbing hold of forms even as they shift … Continue reading James Turrell: ” I think we’re made for the twilight.”