"How It Is" by Miroslaw Balka in the old turbine hall at Tate Modern is hugely impressive. I was lucky enough to arrive before anyone else and experience it alone. Walking along dwarfed by the massive metal container there is a sense of foreboding. It has the feel of a giant cattle truck.
At the far end, one walks up the ramp and enters the structure into a space of total darkness. It's weird to walk forward, eyes wide open but no spatial dimensions visible. Heart rate goes up. Eventually and unexpectedly my foot hit the back wall.
Later I revisited and this time it was a different experience with ghostly figures in the dark interior and the black silhouettes of small children entering. Spooky.
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