The Miracle of Fluorescent Light

April 20th, 2008

my most favorite project, which i never completed, was a gardening book for windowless cubicles, and it was titled as “the miracle of fluorescent light.” i had started working at an office, in one of those cubicles, couple years back and miracle was something i devised right upon my arrival to entertain myself. in time, however, it transformed into something else, becoming my most intimate way of being somewhere else, my favorite path of escape.

the “execution” of miracle consisted of several legs. first, the plants were begotten from a nearby, again fluorescent-clad, superstore. then, they were placed around the cubicle, as closely to the two dim light sources (one of which emitted a constant hum) as possible. after that, the process was that of waiting and observing. some of the plants responded well (at least initially) to the conditions and bloomed on regular basis. others started to grow fragile and transparent immediately and they did so in really fast pace, as if lack has any temporal limits other than death.

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yet, even those who started out by vigor showed signs of “defeat” in time. as they grew frail and pale, i photographed them and one by one they took refuge to my sun-bright room at home. most of them are still alive, and in fact, thriving.
despite the frail stems, pale leaves, rare blossoms, however, miracle resonated more with the life affirmation i was seeking then (and still do now), than all things “bleak”. but how does one express that life affirmation or call the fluorescent light a miracle without sounding overtly cynical? i did not know, i do not know, and for that very reason miracle never took a tangible form. but is art, in its double, not an experience after all, which one lives through, rather than looks at from a distance?

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