I am passing by a sculpture exposition en plein aire. Sculptures are very large, squared blocks of rock with circular holes and smooth cavities. Below them, on the floor, lies a layer of still water. I am not alone: some members of my “family” that I can’t remember now are with me. All of a sudden, the sculptures start to rotate whirlingly, emitting a low, sombre sound, as well as high splashes of water. I fear them, but then I realize that this is just part of the work of art, and I feel better.
May 4, 2012