It's late and the wind carries a faint sound as it moves through the trees. It could be anything. The jingling of little bells perhaps, or the tiny flickering out of tiny lives. I stroll down the sidewalk and close my eyes and open them and wait for my, mind to go perfectly blank. Like a room no one has ever entered, a room without any doors or windows. A place where nothing happens.
1999-2000
Ugo Rondinone
Swiss, born 1964
Media and Performance
- Maker/Artist
- Rondinone, Ugo
- Classification
- Installation
- Formatted Medium
- Six-channel video (black and white and color, sound), aluminum, Plexiglas, neon
- Dimensions
- Dimensions and duration variable
- Departments
- Media and Performance
- Accession Number
- 1654.2009
- Credit Line
- Gift of Maja Hoffmann and of Franz Wassmer
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