Richard Tuttle’s I Don’t Know – The Weave of Textile Language (2014)

The chasm of the Tate Modern’s Turbine Hall becomes the fantastic other world of an unfathomable ocean, where a scaled whimsical seahorse rises and quivers almost imperceptibly within the hidden undercurrents of the depths.

Shafts of light ignite the blazing colours of swathed saffron wings and cerise body as its metamorphosis begins. Loose woven material is randomly pinned along the partially covered rigid aircraft span that propels this creature and, while the body binding appears haphazard, it shrouds the central core.

Engaging with the fundamental elements of the universe it may yet rise to soar beyond the earth and through the heavens until it reaches deep space where its shimmering silhouette rears, reincarnated, as the Horsehead Nebula.

The fabric of life is spun though our insatiable unanswered questions persist.