
The elements are temporarily stored in a corner of a side room of the complex, ready to be packed in crates and shipped to the museum. Eight of them lie in a light wooden construction on the wall and four of them stand on the floor. Perfectly bended thick plexi-glass plates with added upstanding edges; the joints perfectly welded. Their uniformity and the strict way in which the eight and four are put together make me think of a tiny battalion ready for combat, ready to move; ready to go, one after the other, twelve pieces that all together form part of a much bigger body.
The twelve bended elements will form the outer edge of one section. This section is carried by four other sections built with more than ten thousand impeccably ranked golden bars of soap, individually reshaped. The process of their making is difficult to survey. Each is caressed many times and at a snail’s pace passed through different machines. But still: they don’t have a soul. It was for sure a hell a lot of work. One does not question that process of making. To see is to believe.
Industrial repetitive patterns attain a military component, for my taste. Forced assembly of individual elements in a harsh structure gives me this feeling. The larger their number is, the stronger that sentiment. I had in mind some specific historical sites and the botanical strategy of planting trees. The architect and the gardener. All means are justified when it comes down to the realisation of dreams.
The artist came herself. She did the final touching of the skylight in the right spirit. The epoxy of two components she smeared – delicately - over the plates of what will shape the heaven.
When all the sections are assembled in the museum, the whole body is lit from the back with halogen tubes and gives the impression of a shrine. Everything fits perfectly into each other, as if it was made with just one stroke and thrown down to earth, from another universe. Sole. Standing inside one feels the awe-inspiring glowing warmth. Stuck with oblivion you stand inside and think what is it all about.
© S. Nesneh, Berlin, Spring 2006 Proof-corrected by Louise Sudell, Barcelona.