I found myself at a gallery in Brighton which no longer exists featuring graffiti, neon light work and low aesthetic sculptures. The curator described it as 'URBAN'. The graffiti was mediocre, the salvaged junk made into sculptures reminded me of the Rauschenberg Gluts. I did enjoy the neon crosses, and the light they cast on peoples faces. It reminded me of the really impressive tacky church in Baz Luhrmann's Romeo and Juliet.
I enjoyed the radiance. Seraphic radiance. Pentecostal flames. Cleansing inferno. Rapture. Apocalyptic glow. Glowing. Pregnant with fear. Burning Bright. Burn the witch. FIYA.
Each cross cost over £700, which was a shame, because otherwise I would have bought one.
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