The art of Olafur Eliasson

It's really nice what Olafur Eliasson did at Harpa, the concert hall in Reykjavik. 

Inside, you feel what it might be like to be a bee inside a honeycomb. You never feel part of a swarm, you feel like an individual that has your own eyes, ears, feet etc. etc. To look at the building from the outside--especially at night-- is to look at a brain as it is having an idea, at least one good idea and maybe two, maybe an idea strong enough to make a poem or a work of art.

I don't think Eliasson designed the actual space of the building--architects did that--but he designed the environment that surrounds and permeates the physical space and defines the space inside and out.

I've spent a lot of time looking at art, starting in the early 1980's. After I built my "looking-base"--reading John Canaday's Lives of the Painters for instance and visiting the great museums of Europe--I finally lost interest about 2004. It seemed like trying to keep up with rock & roll, in which keeping up with it all wasn't worth the time or effort, as most of the stuff I was seeing wasn't art at all but was art pretending to be art made by artists whose desire to be thought of as artists was more developed than their ability to make art. 

Perhaps the fault was in me, that I just got tired of looking.