Neon, Necropolis, Silence

[squirmelia]

Neon

The queue for neon grew longer and longer as I watched from above. I yearned for neon; the sky was grey. A quick glimpse of brightness, of astounding green lights, was caught as the door briefly opened for someone else who had been drawn in, despite the wait.

Necropolis

I walked on, firstly around display boards filled with brightly coloured manga and then to the former location of the London Necropolis Station. An ordinary-looking lion-adorned building stood at 121 Westminster Bridge Road, but apparently it was used as a terminus station for the transportation of the dead.

Silence

The collection of silences exhibition appealed to me - sitting silently in a room with the artist while the sound of silence is recorded. Although I missed the sessions, I've since been thinking about collecting silences also. The silence of neon, silent phonecalls to myself, the silence of closed down funfairs, silence caused by option paralysis.

Comments

[the-elyan.livejournal.com]

I am rather fond of Dan Flavin's work, in an odd way. It's strangely restful. I went to an exhibvituion of his at the Serpentine some years ago, which was particularly good.

I presume you've read "The necropolis railway"? A fiction set arounmd that very station, and highly evocative...

[squirmelia.livejournal.com]

I hope to see the Dan Flavin exhibition eventually, when the queues are shorter and less people are pining for neon.

I've not read The Necropolis Railway, but might have a look for it at the library. Thanks for the suggestion!

[the-elyan.livejournal.com]

It's good stuff, set around 1895, if I recall. Written by Andrew Martin.