Walking away from British artist Anish Kapoor’s exhibition at the National Gallery of Modern Art, New Delhi, I shivered in the bright sunshine, chilled by what I’d just seen.
The display of small models in the Old Wing had been unnerving enough, but the full-sized work, in the beautiful new exhibition hall of the New Wing was, for me, actually frightening. I had to force myself to go in through the glass doors and stay long enough to look at everything. Before this I’d only once seen a piece by Kapoor in real life. It was a bit like staring into a large red French horn. I remember a pleasurable sense of vertigo, wondering how it was possible to puncture the floor to create this illusion of a profound, exquisite void.