By Julian Rankin
“I live and have my being in a world of space and forms which have color and shape. Consciousness of this means being alive.”
- Walter Inglis Anderson
Inside the exhibition Yayoi Kusama: Infinity Mirrors (which I visited at its final North American stop at the High Museum of Art in Atlanta), kaleidoscopic spaces, many about the size of a storage container, serve as portals to the infinite. The door closes, lights flash and dim, and mirrors do the work of exploding time and space. But only for 20 or 30 seconds, the time allotted per room, per visitor – on account of the crushing demand for these selfie-rich environments.
Our earth is only one polka dot among a million stars in the cosmos. Polka dots are a way to infinity.