There's a particular thrill when you first encounter a piece of art that speaks a language you didn't know you needed to hear. That happened to me with Yayoi Kusama's Infinity Mirror Rooms—those kaleidoscopic chambers where polka dots multiply into eternity, where reflections fragment your sense of self into a thousand shimmering possibilities.
Kusama has spent decades exploring patterns, repetition, and obliteration through her art. What began as a way to process her own psychological experiences has become a visual language that millions now recognize: those obsessive polka dots, the pumpkin sculptures, the endless nets that transform walls and canvases into hypnotic rhythmic surfaces. Standing inside one of her mirror rooms feels like inhabiting a waking dream, suspended between presence and dissolution.
The genius isn't just in the technical execution—those carefully positioned LED lights, the precision engineering of the mirrors—but in how the work transforms you from passive observer into active participant. You become part of the artwork. Your reflection multiplies and disperses. You're both there and not there, singular and infinite. It's disorienting and liberating all at once.