Disorientation and an assault on the senses isn’t something I normally associate with Antony Gormley. Figurative sculptures, yes; glass boxes full of fog and confusion, no. Them’s the rules. But rules are made to be broken, I suppose, and the unexpected from an artist you thought you’d got the measure of is no bad thing.
Blind Light is a brightly lit, glass walled room filled with mist. As people enter the space they quickly disappear from view. From the outside occasionally shadowy figures can be seen as they get close to the walls, hands becoming suddenly clear as they touch the wall.
Of course in a way the work does place the figure as the image of greatest importance but here the figure is that of the visitor rather than a representation of the artist. And the density of the mist is such that often all that is visible from the outside is a glowing white box.
When I saw Blind Light – in Gormley’s 2007 exhibition of the same name at the Hayward Gallery – I was with two friends; we entered the space together but almost immediately became invisible to one another. In a space in which it’s impossible to see your hand in front of your face, disorientation is speedy. I worked my way through the fog very gingerly indeed. At various times I was convinced there was something other than people in the room but in reality I had little idea of anything, especially how far from the walls I was or indeed how to get back out.
Eventually emerging from the room, I carried an unexpected reminder of the work through the gallery with me as I looked at the rest of the exhibition in the form of rising damp in my slightly too long jeans.