Mondrian

I love the idea of making art out of anything. I even made my nails the canvas for my very own Mondrian inspired piece. I adore how Mondrian attempted to represent the world through the primary colours and a few simple lines.

Yay for Yayoi Kusama

I recently fell in love with Yayoi Kusama’s obsession with repetitive processes, dizzying dots, phallic pillows and intense use of colour when visiting her exhibition at the Tate Modern.

Her ketchup-coloured inflatable balls decorated with white dots, lurking about the entrance instantly attracted me. There’s something very calming about doing something repetitive. For instance, I love sewing and making collages whenever I’m feeling stressed out and to see that kind of repetition on the scale of the works Kusama creates is awe-inspiring.

On the other hand, I found the dots to be far from just joyful. A storm of sensation, they make the room kind of threatening and repelling; they make me wonder what the experience of psychosis might be like.

In 1965, Kusama made a room covered entirely in mirrors, turning the space into a room of never-ending reflections. If you've ever wanted to step into a room that feels like it goes on into infinity, this is certainly what it feels like! It is definitely my favourite of the exhibition, one of those must-do experiences. Little LED lights multiply into forests of glowing light. It is captivating, but disorientating, as my friends and I would disappear among our own reflections.

Ultimately, I was amazed by Kusama’s playfulness.  Her art for me, is a sort of creative destruction.


And to finish off such a lovely day, I went to the Tate Cafe - there is nothing more amazing than talking to a friend over a nice warm cuppa tea.