Bishwadhan Rai @ Zerui

I went to see Bishwadhan Rai’s exhibition, Being There, at Zerui. There is a blue ball on the floor. It half looks like a bath bomb, half looks like something I’d chuck in the washing machine on an empty rinse cycle. A fizzy thing to make other things softer, cleaner. The blue ball is hollow with a hole at the top. I look at the press release: it is made of pear soap. I look back at the blue ball: it is surrounded by gold dust. I look up: THERE IS A HUGE GOLD LEAFED CIRCLE ON THE CEILING. It is sprinkling gold flakes on me as I pad around the floor beneath it. I am tracing the circumference, the mirror image of the circumference. I am guessing where the circle begins and ends based on where the gold dust has fallen, is falling. The gold circle comes out of nowhere, it surprises me. I look up at it in awe and wonder. The door to my spare room has got a broken handle. The screws that keep it fixed to the door slip around, threads loose in the wood veneer. There’s a little silver ring…