Photo of collection object 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.
Rondinone, Ugo. 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. Six-channel video (black and white and color, sound), aluminum, Plexiglas, neon, Dimensions and duration variable. Gift of Maja Hoffmann and of Franz Wassmer, 1654.2009. (Photo: MoMA)

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
Accession Number
1654.2009
Credit Line
Gift of Maja Hoffmann and of Franz Wassmer

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