ode to the Baltic Sea and time
a theatrical composition in three acts
prelude
touch. the forest gently guides the viewer up the staircase from the ground, softly brushing their bare feet with the leaves of shrubs and the tips of grass. through a small opening, no interior is visible - only the staircase, serving as a silent invitation to an eternal performance.
a theatrical composition in three acts
prelude
touch. the forest gently guides the viewer up the staircase from the ground, softly brushing their bare feet with the leaves of shrubs and the tips of grass. through a small opening, no interior is visible - only the staircase, serving as a silent invitation to an eternal performance.
exposition
darkness floods the eyes with contrast as the viewer steps into the depth of the building. narrow, yet immeasurably tall, they are received by a hall reminiscent of a church. step by step, down the wooden staircase, passing posts that echo the rhythm of the Baltic forest pines, the viewer descends to the first act of the performance.
scent. dark, dark waters of the shallows and a sandy shore envelop the viewer in the first notes of the composition — the faint scent of damp grass and salty sea water, the shimmer of the water’s surface illuminated by light filtering through narrow slits beneath the hall’s roof.
the viewer crosses a delicate bridge, so close to the water that moisture can be felt on the wooden planks beneath their feet. they are led by the light at the end of the staircase, where the ceiling narrows to the height of a person.
darkness floods the eyes with contrast as the viewer steps into the depth of the building. narrow, yet immeasurably tall, they are received by a hall reminiscent of a church. step by step, down the wooden staircase, passing posts that echo the rhythm of the Baltic forest pines, the viewer descends to the first act of the performance.
scent. dark, dark waters of the shallows and a sandy shore envelop the viewer in the first notes of the composition — the faint scent of damp grass and salty sea water, the shimmer of the water’s surface illuminated by light filtering through narrow slits beneath the hall’s roof.
the viewer crosses a delicate bridge, so close to the water that moisture can be felt on the wooden planks beneath their feet. they are led by the light at the end of the staircase, where the ceiling narrows to the height of a person.
coda
finale. the expanse of the sea overwhelms the viewer, momentarily blinded by daylight, drawing them into the illusion of an infinite horizon. silence. slender columns on either side recall the pine forest left behind. no people, no sound. all has been left behind.
the hoarse sound of slow waves, the sharp cries of seabirds, a haze above the water. the scent of pure air tinged with salt. soft sunlight, shaded by the swirl of the roof above. peace and languid time.
finale. the expanse of the sea overwhelms the viewer, momentarily blinded by daylight, drawing them into the illusion of an infinite horizon. silence. slender columns on either side recall the pine forest left behind. no people, no sound. all has been left behind.
the hoarse sound of slow waves, the sharp cries of seabirds, a haze above the water. the scent of pure air tinged with salt. soft sunlight, shaded by the swirl of the roof above. peace and languid time.
