About the place

Sculpture:

– Guess what I am.

Passer-by:

– A strange mound placed in the road to make someone trip.

Sculpture:

– You speak like someone who has never seen 20th-century art. But if you think I could be a mound, so be it. A wealth of interpretations only works in my favour. The more possible ways there are to see me, the more meaningful and interesting I become to myself. And the more postmodern.

Passer-by:

– Aren’t you afraid that every passer-by will see you differently and you will no longer understand what you truly are? Perhaps not even a sculpture?

Sculpture:

– To tell the truth, I am not interested in the opinions of passers-by. It is a rainy day, there are few people in the park, and I wanted to strike up a conversation with you, so I could think of nothing better than to ask a provocative question – what am I?

Passer-by:

– “What am I?” is a philosophical question already asked by thinkers of antiquity as they observed themselves and the world. I look at you more carefully. I see six bands on your back. You look like a creature sitting safely, hidden from the world. I would put it even more strongly: you are a primitive organism that has survived under its shield for thousands of years. And what, in your opinion, am I?