The Saturday night before last, 10.30pm-ish (after drinks), sliding towards the Queen Street bus stop for the last bus, took a short cut down Union Lane (connecting Bourke Street Mall and Little Collins, sorta near Royal Arcade) and was confronted by a tumbling swirl of lights, projected on to a screen high overhead, revolving over and over; turned out that I'd come in halfway through, and the initial stages involved an increasingly rapid tumble of brightly glowing human figures falling in a stream from the top to the bottom, become more and more dense in that stream and eventually all coalescing in the circular swirl which was my introduction to the work (screen dimensions very approximately five metres (height) by one metre (horizontal width), lowest point maybe six metres above the ground.
So anyway, it was quite hypnotic and a little beautiful, and just right for my state of mind at the time. We're not talking transcendence or perfect moments here, but still, it fit.
(Artist, title and its nature as part of a series titled "Laneway Commissions 2006" gleaned from a small plaque mounted at the Little Collins end of the lane.)
