The piece was installed in 12 spaces not usually used for display: behind false walls; alongside exhibition spaces, on closed circuit video screens, between gallery walls and the windows outside.
The lobby video monitor displayed a walk through the building's basement electrics and boiler room intermingled with details from a rose garden; audio works in discrete outlying spaces echoed through the halls; the center rotunda supported an industrial fishing net with hudreds of pounds of ice dripping onto a copper soundplate two floors below; sculptural elements overlapped between the installations, building a complex narrative somewhere between a fairy tale and the ordinariness of everyday life –
Ice is delivered daily, rosebushes tucked into corners need tending, the melted icewater needs to be carried away.
Recordings of the duet from an amateur production of Tchaikovsky's Iolanta echo throughout the building with narration and mutterings overlapping in-between.
I was quite young and just about to fall asleep but I pulled myself suddenly back and realizing the enormity at the edge of my consciousness became rigid with terror until trembling with exhaustion I submitted to a leap of faith that the dailyness of my life would continue – How long have I been like this?
I was nearly awake and almost dreaming but with a heart and a will that still controlled the response, when I noticed in a passing glance a window - so that while outside I remained steeled to the faintest gesture, inside I succumbed to desire, but then marking an end in a begining - almost dreaming - soldiered on.