Saturday, 16 November 2013


Here's a curious tale which I can't actually recall if I've recounted
before or not, although I've meant to for a while now.  Back in August
of 1999, myself and a young lady were spending the day in Glasgow and
decided to drop in to the Gallery of Modern Art in Royal Exchange
Square.  One of the exhibits we looked at was a 'kinetic sculpture' by
EDUARD BERSUDSKY, entitled An Autumn Walk in the
Belle Epoque of Perestroyka (Meta-Tinguely).

It was scheduled to begin at a certain time, but with a dozen or so
people seated and expectant, the minutes crept past the annointed hour
without the demonstration of the complex contraption commencing.  The
girl I was with (who, for the purpose of this tale we'll call Sally) went off
to enquire about what was happening, only to find out that it had been
cancelled due to some kind of technical fault.  (A sign at the entrance
informing us of the fact would have been appreciated.)

Anyway, disappointed, we filed out to look at other exhibits and
soon forgot about what we'd missed.  Not long after, Sally returned
to her own country for a while, although I saw her again on two more
occasions when she was back in Scotland some time later.  However, she
doesn't feature in the rest of this story, so exit Sally, stage left.  Well, in
an odd kind of way, that's not quite true, but let's take each step
as it comes.  (The best way to take steps, I believe.)

Eduard Bersudsky's 'kinetic sculpture'

A year later to the very day, I was in Glasgow and decided to revisit
the Gallery once more.  Much to my surprise, the exhibit that had been
out of order twelve months before was still on display - and just about to
begin.  I entered the room and, believe it or not, the exact same two seats
at the far end of the row that Sally and I had occupied were empty, so I
parked myself on the very one I had sat on previously.

For the next several minutes, the audience sat in rapt attention
as the display went through its pre-ordained mechanical repertoire.
When it had completed its revolutions, I instinctively turned to Sally to
ask her opinion of what we had just witnessed - only to be surprised for a
split-second to find her chair empty.  Then reality kicked in and I realized
my mind had automatically jumped back a year, momentarily duped
by the near pefect re-creation of the previous year's events.

Bizarre I know, but for a moment I had experienced something
extremely akin to time-travel - even if it was only in my mind.  Has
anyone else ever had a similar experience?  Feel free to share.

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