Walking through Do Ho Suh's delicate chromatic passageway, I am drawn to its translucence. The white walls of the gallery, daylight punctured with spotlights, all dilate the hues as I make my way through. I am moved by the devotion to detail revealed in the polyester and wire corridor. Every other step is a pause to consume what my eyes taste.
In another room. Ghostly formations that suggest a fragility akin to desiccated onion skin, are static in bright white light. The palpitating light frequency makes my eyes quiver. And it is beautiful.
Victoria Miro Gallery.
New Wharf Road,
London N1 7RW