Every five years, since 1947, for one hundred days, the sleepy town of Kassel is overrun with art. The documenta takes over the town, inside and out. A poppy field blooms in a city square.
Snow trees are printed on walls, and three dimensional squiggles hover.
We all look up.
Giant white leaf sculptures weave through buildings, inside and out.
Australians even get a mention.
These watercolour manuscripts were some of my favourites – faded like desert sands, peopled by animals, broken-down cars, and death in a jar.
A dress made of light bulbs.
And people, thousands of them, exploring, wondering, taking photos.
Here I am getting in the spirit of things.
And the lovie and his mother are transfigured by light.