The Shape of Whirlwind
THE SHAPE OF WHIRLWIND by Bamboo Barnes
The March 2025 exhibition @ Nitroglobus
Bamboo is back at Nitroglobus and I am thrilled to have her art all over the walls of the entire gallery.I love Bamboo's bright colored work as well as her deep thoughts and metaphors.
This exhibition is about a whirlwind/vortex although the topic deals with much deeper thoughts and not just the meteorological phenomenon of the vortex. However, I will let Bamboo explain in her description which is rather complete, so what can I add?
The exhibition SHAPE OF WHIRLWIND spreads over the main hall as well as the Annex, so there is a lot of art to admire.
Enjoy!
dido haas, owner/curator Nitroglobus
My sincere thanks to David Silence who found the time in his busy RL to create the awesome poster for this exhibition, based on an image of Bamboo. Love it!
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Opening party: Monday 10 March, 12.30 PM SLT (= 20.30 hrs CET)
Music by Bsukmet Imniali
LM: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Sunshine%20Homestead/38/22...
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Description by the artist:
I have never been inside a vortex, but I wonder what the distortion of the world would look like when being able to see from the inside.
The concept of a vortex—something that twists and distorts the flow of reality—becomes a metaphor for the hidden, often imperceptible forces that shape our lives and selves. Inside a vortex, the world would bend and stretch, the familiar becoming strange, as if time itself were folding in on itself. The distortion of sight would be overwhelming, pulling you into a realm where what you think you know, what you think you see, slips away from your grasp, much like memories that fade or shift when you try to grasp them.
Rising just a little against gravity, you might glimpse what is hidden—perhaps the edges of your own consciousness, which you usually only sense in fragments. And yes, memories, while they seem solid, can distort the truth, shaping how we see the world around us. The tension between the unseen forces and our struggle to maintain our sense of self would feel like a constant, gentle pull, drawing us into something greater than our understanding, yet more familiar than we'd like to admit.
At least remembering something, someone—however fleeting—might be a tether to a time before the vortex, a trace of what we were, or what we might still become.
What do you think? What is it that you’re trying to remember or hold onto through this?
Bamboo Barnes
The Shape of Whirlwind
THE SHAPE OF WHIRLWIND by Bamboo Barnes
The March 2025 exhibition @ Nitroglobus
Bamboo is back at Nitroglobus and I am thrilled to have her art all over the walls of the entire gallery.I love Bamboo's bright colored work as well as her deep thoughts and metaphors.
This exhibition is about a whirlwind/vortex although the topic deals with much deeper thoughts and not just the meteorological phenomenon of the vortex. However, I will let Bamboo explain in her description which is rather complete, so what can I add?
The exhibition SHAPE OF WHIRLWIND spreads over the main hall as well as the Annex, so there is a lot of art to admire.
Enjoy!
dido haas, owner/curator Nitroglobus
My sincere thanks to David Silence who found the time in his busy RL to create the awesome poster for this exhibition, based on an image of Bamboo. Love it!
****
Opening party: Monday 10 March, 12.30 PM SLT (= 20.30 hrs CET)
Music by Bsukmet Imniali
LM: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Sunshine%20Homestead/38/22...
*****
Description by the artist:
I have never been inside a vortex, but I wonder what the distortion of the world would look like when being able to see from the inside.
The concept of a vortex—something that twists and distorts the flow of reality—becomes a metaphor for the hidden, often imperceptible forces that shape our lives and selves. Inside a vortex, the world would bend and stretch, the familiar becoming strange, as if time itself were folding in on itself. The distortion of sight would be overwhelming, pulling you into a realm where what you think you know, what you think you see, slips away from your grasp, much like memories that fade or shift when you try to grasp them.
Rising just a little against gravity, you might glimpse what is hidden—perhaps the edges of your own consciousness, which you usually only sense in fragments. And yes, memories, while they seem solid, can distort the truth, shaping how we see the world around us. The tension between the unseen forces and our struggle to maintain our sense of self would feel like a constant, gentle pull, drawing us into something greater than our understanding, yet more familiar than we'd like to admit.
At least remembering something, someone—however fleeting—might be a tether to a time before the vortex, a trace of what we were, or what we might still become.
What do you think? What is it that you’re trying to remember or hold onto through this?
Bamboo Barnes