Moving space wildly
I’ll call the project, moving space wildly / entering and being born. A new building for the Opera, snow white reflects sun, reaches down to the water, sinks its feet in and doesn’t melt. I like places that have auras, like animals and trees and temples do. And they, too. The Romanian gypsies and I, what can we do without a degree in architecture? We do have bodies that bear beauty just as white marble does, and a printed fabric criss-crossed with shadows and light that sews space. With a pair of legs and a voice everything is closer than it seems. Morning awakens cold and blue. She rises.
Photos: Niklas Lello