Earth

In the foyer, visitors at the opening find a cube of white linen, closed on all sides, with the inscription: Our cubehouse still rocks as earwitness to the thunder of his arafatas but we hear also through successive ages that shebby choruysh of unkalified muzzlenimiissilehims that would blackguardise the whitestone ever hurtleturtled out of heaven. From an upper gallery one can look down on the cube. A monitor shows a landscape-like surface in noiseless motion. lt corresponds to the rhythm of human breathing. The top cover of the cube is pushed aside so that one can see what is inside: An earth mound in human shape, with two green wheatfields around a tent of dark purple silk.