ABSTRACT
Slow languorous limbs floating near gravity free in viscous wonder as lazy globules of
saturated colour in warm tones spill across surfaces. Patches of colour and light pulsate
amorphously. Soft objects in liquid suspension brush by bare arms. A glowing
luminescence, a womb-like throbbing soundtrack sends a signifying reverberation
through the viscera. A gentle hum, a self-satisfied oneness with the world. Haecceity – a
hereness, a nowness – a suchness, surfeit of immanence. Burbling univocity, substantial
self-sameness. Dream-like and colour drenched, auto-affective bliss. Swooning
jouissance. Here I am in perpetual sensorial suspension, lying on my back in communion
with an all-engulfing world bearing witness to Pipilotti Rist’s Gravity Be My Friend (2007)
at the contemporary museum of art Magasin III, Stockholm.2
