Oliafur Eliasson, The weather project, 2003
Right, I’m so sorry for this one because a part of me DOESN’T want to like this work. This is kind of the equivalent of being really into obscure indie music but you’re also obsessed with The Killers. Like, they’re good, they’ve got some bangers but they’re very basic. (My apologies to The Killers.) Anyway, it’d be weird to meet someone who doesn’t like this. Eliasson put a big beautiful burning sun in a room. It’s stunning. It’s so so emotional (nature, eh?!) This is kind of a classic banger in the art world now.
I don’t know if it’s a cultural thing, but people in Ireland and the UK are obsessed with the weather. Maybe it’s because it’s not great and it’s always changing. You never really know what you’re going to get. NOW. I know this isn’t as good as the real thing, right. I’m not some sort of freak. It is NICE though. It’s currently cloudy and grey in London and there’s a horrible constant misty rain going on. This is a gorgeous constant warm glow. The sun is comforting, familiar and good for the soul. I don’t trust ‘Winter People’. You’re either a Summer baby or you’re lying to yourself. We need more sun, more light, more art. Yes please, thanks.
I accidentally came to the Southbank in London just as all of the families came out of an early Hey Duggee LIVE THEATRE SHOW at the Southbank Centre. Hey Duggee appears to be some kind of cartoon dog with fun animal friends. Not sure how this translates to the stage but the family sitting beside me in Pret right now are loving it. Sorry, I should say, the little girl is loving it. The boy who is probably about 3 is screaming. Constant screaming. No one is paying him any attention which I guess is how the parents are choosing to respond to this behaviour but oh. my. god. Am I allowed to ask a child to stop screaming? In a nice way, like. Parents deserve multiple awards and several free holidays. I’m leaving Pret because of this little jerk. If they leave, he has to come with them. When does the screaming stop?
Congrats you’ve made it to the end! Todah Rabah.
Eleanor x