When first seeing this toilet in an abandoned train station, I immediately had the idea of Eros, something erotical growing in this place. And the impulse of darkening it and at the same time investing it with the colour and smell of linseed oil, that are so attractive to me.
On the opening night strolling around I witnessed yet another reaction I had not foreseen, but grew very fond of. An acquaintance of an artist on seeing this space broke out into a hysterical gay laughter. Now judging from that, he also related some memories I had not anticipated. I love it ;)!
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