This is exactly what it looks like – a glass space (half) full of balloons. But it’s so very much more than that. The New York Times says (from a similar exhibition in 2007), “Being in this gallery is startlingly delicious. The balloons yield to every move. It’s like skinny dipping, or swimming with dolphins, or deep-sea diving, except you can breathe. It must also be similar to floating in an antigravity chamber, except for all the shifting, weightless jewel-like orbs of blue.” And the soft rustling of the balloons as you shift through the gallery sounds like the ocean. I think I get it now – the art is not the aesthetics of it, but the feelings that result from the experience of being IN the balloons, a tangible representation of the air around me. That, and it was really fun. Like being in a giant, grown-up IKEA ball pit.
Half the Air in a Given Space