BILL VIOLA EXHIBITION
Grand Palais, Paris 2014

4 The Sleep of Reason 1THE SLEEP OF REASON
BELOW THE SURFACE

I walk into a well-lit room and sit down on the beige wall-to-wall carpeting.
In front of the central wall stands a wooden chest on which is a vase of artificial roses,
a lamp, a clock and a small monitor projecting the image of a sleeping woman.
The surrounding walls are white and empty. Just as I am getting used to this normal environment,
the room goes dark and the image of an attack dog jumps out at me
from three of the walls surrounding the chest.
A couple of seconds later it is gone, and the domestic calm is restored.
The woman continues her sleep, all seems fine and reasonable.
And then again, a violent darkness arrives, cutting through the seemingly suburban scene,
imposing an x-rayed image of a head whose mouth is opening as if to bite me.
And then again the well-lit room.
Fire roaring, threatening. Calm.
Wild pursuing movements through a dark forest. Calm.
Provoked animals. Calm. As I walk out of the room,
I feel the lurking darkness that lives below the surface of reason,
below the seeming order of daily life.

 

 

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