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We were introduced by Helen Tsoi of the R.I.B.A. Architecture Centre as part of an event called Fused which was looking at collaborations between architects and artists.  She arranged for us to meet on a blind date because we shared an interest in light. We had a coffee and looked at slides of each other’s work. One common element was a fascination with the way in which natural and artificial light could be brought into play with each other. This raised the possibility of using light to create space.

Each collaborating partnership was asked to locate a new work within the RIBA headquarters. The building has the closed, casket like monumentality of a professional institute. We were offered a large room with high ceilings, on the first floor, with tall windows overlooking Portland Place. The room was usually used as a gallery, with the blinds closed, the walls lined with drawings and the floor crowded with plinths for models. The grand, static quality of the space was underlined by a strongly framed wooden floor surrounded by marble.

When we began to discuss the project, we experienced an early problem because of a propensity for each of us to suggest fully fledged ideas for interventions in the space. This stopped us from developing a single idea together. We decided to draw back from this by making separate lists of qualities which the space might have, but without making any proposals for how these would be achieved. The two lists displayed a remarkable consensus of ideas.


We emptied the room, pulled up the blinds and opened the windows. We found ourselves in a high, sunlit gallery open to the street.  We talked about making a low field of light which followed the form of the floor. This would have a relationship with the changing level of natural light outside. We wanted to make something within the room which would be manifest on the street.
It was important that this should not shout out from the facade but could be subtly revealed. We remembered a passage from Christopher Woodward’s Guide to Rome in which he describes the Pillazzo Farnese by Michaelangelo. The building is now the French Embassy and it is closed to the public. He suggests that visitors who want to see the fine ceilings should stand outside at dusk and watch the lights coming on. We enjoyed the oblique nature of this experience. In our proposal, we imagined that angled mirrors on the ceiling of the RIBA gallery would reflect a field of light on the floor of the room, making the installation visible to passers by on the pavement below.


It was necessary for the form of the field of light to find a balance between abstraction and figuration. We needed to find a grain or a texture for the work. We were searching for something which would have the qualities of both a field and a found object. We chanced upon a mail order catalogue for gardening accessories which had flat-pack ‘cosy cloches’ – small translucent polycarbonate structures for keeping frost off plants. We became interested in the geometry of illuminated arrays of these simple structures.


We sent off for some cloches and began experiments with lighting them internally, standing them in sunlight and creating groups. We tried out various light sources, gauging how they responded to daylight. Ultraviolet light provided an extraordinary range of conditions as the day changed. It was muted at midday and built up to a great violet haze at night. At dusk it shifted between mauve, pink and blue.  In order to visually unify the cloches we arrayed them in a grid format, setting them onto a bed of Daz detergent on the floor. The Daz fluoresced under the UV light, animating the space between the cloches. One night, as we were working around a trial construction on the floor, Denys Lasdun paid us an unannounced visit. He walked into the big empty room and we all stood around a pool of eerie light.


Constructing the cloches and wiring the lamps took about a week. Many people came to help and we remember clusters of volunteers, like fishermen mending nets, sitting in a maze of cables and swathes of tinfoil on the floor. There was a picnic atmosphere in the room. In production line fashion, electrical tasks were divided into parties of screwers and strippers. There was a real concern throughout the week that the number of lamps could not be supported by the power circuits in the building. We spent our time negotiating with the safety-men.


The Daz had to align perfectly with the edge of the marble surround and we found that credit cards were the best way of achieving a neat line. Half way through the final day we found out about the two kinds of Daz. Proctor & Gamble had decided to discontinue the old blue whitener in Daz and replace it with all-white Daz. The bar-codes and boxes for each kind were identical. All-white Daz doesn’t fluoresce, we could tell this because we had bought a hundred kilos of each type. With hours to go Niall, in his opening night suit, had to take a taxi to every Tesco Metro in central London and demand to inspect their Daz. Every box on every shelf was opened, paid for and removed only if it was the right type. Niall still fluoresces on opening nights.

The sun moved over the cloches during the day, casting the shadows of tall window mullions onto the repeating white gables. In late afternoon, colours began to emerge from within the structures. At dusk there was a balance of internal and ambient light. Then the whole thing would begin to glow, flooding the street with violet light. Bloom was in place for a month and the perfume of detergent filled the building.

For us this was a sensory occupation of the space. It carried no explicit meaning. An elderly visitor to the opening demanded to know how it should be understood. He had a faintly glowing patch of Daz on the tip of his nose.

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