All things bright and beautiful are in Glasgow
February 18th, 2008A WOMAN apologises as she walks past me on Glasgow’s King Street, interrupting my view of a shop window. “No, that’s exactly what I want you to do,” I shout, pointing to Nigel Johnson’s Light Pool, a luminous blue screen that produces ripples, as if stones had been tossed into an electrical pond, in response to any movement. The woman stops, backs up and is duly delighted. Her push-along suitcase makes particularly entertaining patterns, as if she were a champion pebble skimmer - as does the bike that someone wheels by. Could such a happy meeting of strangers ever happen inside a gallery?
Johnson’s artwork is one of the more unexpected discoveries in Radiance, Glasgow’s international festival of light, which flickered briefly across the Merchant City over the weekend. At the back of the City Chambers, we find a brasher version of the same idea: three giant screens pulsing with ever-changing patterns of light and colour which change all the more violently in response to people jumping on the platform in front of them. On an icy November night, adults and children alike are only too glad of the after-hours warm-up in front of United Visual Artists’ dazzling monoliths.
Not all of the 40-odd exhibits are as much fun. Quite a few, such as the series of local history slide projections along the High Street, are a little half-hearted. It’s not a bad idea to project a medieval map of the area onto a gable end, but my ten-year-old’s suggestion that it should have taken us on an animated journey through time would have been much more dynamic. When you’ve made the effort to walk through the winter streets, it’s a bit of a let-down just to see this or, for example, a few rather ordinary pictures of flowers above the site of a future garden.
They are not the only weak pieces, but a lot of the others benefit from their unusual location. It’s a real journey of discovery to explore the streets around the Trongate, wandering into dodgy-looking back alleys, neglected basements and even wearing a hard hat to venture through the rooms of the old bath-house in Osborne Street.
In such circumstances you’re more forgiving of indifferent work and get added pleasure from the star-like lights floating inside washing machines, insects buzzing like loose wires onto TV monitors and Simon Corder’s Bough 2, a flourish of fluorescent strip-lights up the side of a building, first seen in Radiance two years ago.
Also amusing, in a disorientating way, is Michael Pinsky’s Transparent Room, in which you find yourself surrounded on four sides by speeded-up images of car journeys around the city.

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