Let’s pretend the glass has got all soft like gauze, so that we can get through. Why it’s turning into a sort of mist now, I declare! It’ll be easy enough to get through: Through The Looking Glass. Lewis Carroll.
The Chase Center is a gleaming new $1.4 billion sports arena in San Francisco’s Mission Bay. It is the home stadium of the Golden State Warriors.
Which, I am reliably informed, is a basketball team.
But I digress.
I don’t want to talk about The Warriors, who may or may not be basketball players. I want to talk about Olafur Eliasson, the Icelandic artist, and his Seeing Spheres.
And me of course.
This from the Chase Center PR team:
Seeing spheres consists of five fifteen-and-a-half-feet-tall polished hydroformed steel spheres that stand in a circle around a central space.
Each sphere supports a flat, circular mirrored face, framed by a ring of LED lights, which is oriented inward to reflect the mirrored faces of the surrounding spheres.
Together they produce a surprising environment of multilayered, reflected spaces in which the same people and settings appear again and again, visible from various unexpected angles.
Tunnel-like sets of nested reflections open up in the mirrors, repeating countless times and disappearing into the distance.
“Seeing spheres is a public space that contains you and contains multitudes,” artist Eliasson says of his work. “Seeing spheres offers a place to pause, where you see yourself from the outside, as a participant in society.”
Well you can see what I’m getting at, right?
If you fancy yourself, as I do, as the ultimate outsider – with a tasty side dish of narcissism – Seeing Spheres is irresistible.
You can stand in the middle and see yourself everywhere you look. Forward, backwards, sideways down.
How perfect is that for me? It is a little known fact that Carley Simon wrote “You’re So Vain” about me, not Mick.
Seriously, it’s better than getting your picture on the cover of the Rolling Stone.
FreeGNV 