Trying to find the entrance, I couldn’t help but notice several washing lines of underwear criss crossing one another that Pilotti Rist had strung around the area approaching the doors of the Hayward Gallery. The best bit about this was the fact they weren’t sexy lingerie, but ‘Bridget Jones’ hold in pants! Big pant that suck in all your lumps and bumps in the adventurous shade of white; very boring! They looked soft, worn out and very practical. I enjoyed this straight away as it felt humorous and lighthearted.
When I entered the gallery, a huge chandelier of even more pants hung from the ceiling high enough for you to pear underneath and look up through the middle. It lit up the entire space it is located in and really captured my attention. Although the underwear wasn’t flattering to look at, this piece of art was aesthetically pleasing and I just couldn’t help but like it. I think this is because of the mixture of erotic’s it has within its meaning, innocence and sense of rebellion that is portrayed throughout her whole exhibition.
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