Giant paintings.
The space served the type of paintings, if you want to immerse yourself in them. You can stand close or take your distance.
Upstairs gallery, the much smaller one, showed much smaller works on walls that were covered in big paper sheets (serving as a type of wallpaper).
The room itself was more interesting than the work, a (beautiful) song, sang by a woman was alternating with a voice telling a story. The source of light was a small light bulb. All the elements were very imagining and periphrastic which, again, made it possible to immerse yourself in the work (room).
500 word assignment:
Lovers
The inside of the walls are beating, thinking of her and miss her more then ever. Where has she gone? The shape of her body, the smell of female skin mangled with her perfume. What is he without her? Everyone can see his ever existing love for her, lonely when separated. What is left for the walls to do when she is gone is reflect themselves, white. He is an empty space separated from the world outside, but tomorrow, he overheard, she will return.
During the first week of their exposure he will penetrate her slowly but surely, they become inseparable. Not only he enjoyes this moment, everyone in the space does, including her. She feels that she is in the right place when, for how long the moment lasts, they together make higher metaphysical realms available by this penetration.
But his unconditional overwhelming love and the world outside these walls make her feel selfconscious from time to time. She thinks back of what that other world has offered her, the promises of love and excitement. The story’s that she hears about that world from the people passing by, makes her curious and yearning to experience it, they talk about the amazing people they have met and how the different environments have such a great impact on them. The story that her grandma once told her when she was young, is what holds her back from jumping into the deep end. She said: “These walls they are building now would be a good place for you dear, when you are within them you will be viewed as an individual and appreciated for even more then you are. Back in my days we had to share our walls with so many others, there was almost no personal contact neither with the walls or with the spectator.”
But she finds that nowadays the spectators within these walls sometimes seem hollow, they look as if they have no personal input when entering the space and she blames that to him. He is too overpowering, not only for her but also for her admirers. Thankfully more often she is used as a medium for the ideas of people, these moments make her feel as if she can take on her own life, because she is the reason that they have come to visit. For the walls it is clear what his purpose in life is, loving the art. Nothing else can ever tempt his heart. She, she probably will never be completely satisfied with her place between these walls, the contradictive feelings that she has will not let go of her.
The inside of the walls are beating, thinking of her and miss her more then ever. Where has she gone? The shape of her body, the smell of female skin mangled with her perfume. What is he without her? Everyone can see his ever existing love for her, lonely when separated. What is left for the walls to do when she is gone is reflect themselves, white. He is an empty space separated from the world outside, but tomorrow, he overheard, she will return.
During the first week of their exposure he will penetrate her slowly but surely, they become inseparable. Not only he enjoyes this moment, everyone in the space does, including her. She feels that she is in the right place when, for how long the moment lasts, they together make higher metaphysical realms available by this penetration.
But his unconditional overwhelming love and the world outside these walls make her feel selfconscious from time to time. She thinks back of what that other world has offered her, the promises of love and excitement. The story’s that she hears about that world from the people passing by, makes her curious and yearning to experience it, they talk about the amazing people they have met and how the different environments have such a great impact on them. The story that her grandma once told her when she was young, is what holds her back from jumping into the deep end. She said: “These walls they are building now would be a good place for you dear, when you are within them you will be viewed as an individual and appreciated for even more then you are. Back in my days we had to share our walls with so many others, there was almost no personal contact neither with the walls or with the spectator.”
But she finds that nowadays the spectators within these walls sometimes seem hollow, they look as if they have no personal input when entering the space and she blames that to him. He is too overpowering, not only for her but also for her admirers. Thankfully more often she is used as a medium for the ideas of people, these moments make her feel as if she can take on her own life, because she is the reason that they have come to visit. For the walls it is clear what his purpose in life is, loving the art. Nothing else can ever tempt his heart. She, she probably will never be completely satisfied with her place between these walls, the contradictive feelings that she has will not let go of her.
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