Like the Pulse Room, Balkan Baroque has a sheer visceral simplicity that really works for me, although clearly in a very different way. Marina Abramovic, in a white dress, cleaned the meat and gristle off that huge pile of bones and placed the clean ones in a new pile. She continued for days until all the bones had been cleaned. I can’t say that I’d really buy any specific message from this piece, but I definitely get a sense of war and genocide from it that’s informed by what happened in the Balkans in the ’90s. I don’t like my art take-aways to be too clear-cut.

And then. I love music with a dose of melancholy and lyrical ambiguity. I plan to use this Liars song in my final light project because to my ears it seems so suited to the dark.

I wonder what the Abramovic piece would feel like with this song playing in the room.