A few months ago I was walking down the Quays with some members of my family heading to see Bill Bailey in the Point Theatre. On our way we passed this odd building by the river, a big glass box which seemed to be filled with a weird, mysterious glow. As we tried to work out just what it was, we joked that it may contain the last essence of Ireland’s spirit, post-Credit-Crunch-Economic-Crisis-Celtic-Tiger-Death. We imagined a scenario where they had decided to capture and contain our final ounces of goodwill and hope for use in an emergency situation sometime in the future.
I never have been able to find out what that box is/was, but today I was reading in the Guardian about the Chinese artist Ai Weiwei, and came across this image of one of his works, which is surprisingly similar:
I wonder if Ai Weiwei has managed to capture China’s spirit and hope also? I expect however they would have a much bigger box than ours at the moment.
Interestingly the article mentions that Weiwei has been commissioned to fill the Turbine Hall in the Tate Modern this Autumn. I might have to check that out; I very much wanted to see Miroslaw Balka’s How It Is but fate conspired for me to miss it.