From: Rudi Scholl
Date: 24 August 2001
A glowing temple emits its sherbert light into the park at night. The bourgeois crowds ooh at the pretty effect. Watteau's people in ugly dresses and slit shirts seeing the old technology by the dead artist, their retinas perplexed if they take their sunglasses off for a while.
From the sticky hot asphyxiating tube to neon sabers with big name references: Matisse, Tatlin, Massacres, Clients or Friends. Formal and pleasing, Hyde Park's cool green leaves as the darkness envelops and frees us. They drift back to their tedious rich lives, we climb out over the spiky fence.
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