Acconci Studio
(Vito Acconci, Ezio Blasetti, Nathan Degraaf):
SCULPTURE JUNGLE, Brno 2006

Not a sculpture park but a scuplture jungle: a ravel, a snarl, tangled knots - a maze for sculpture and people, a webwork for sculpture and people, knots around sculpture and people - a rat's nest of sculpture, a can of worms of sculpture, a snake pit of sculpture, wheels within wheels of sculpture...

The trees and shrubbery of a sculpture park and replaced here by person-made nature, the nature is as much sculpture as the sculpture: a field of something like artificial bamboo, taller than you are, two stories high, three stories -- plastic hairs, plastic fibers, plastic tubes... They wave in the wind, they wave at the passage of a bird, a passing butterfly; they're wired: they wave all the more when you approach, when you pass by, they part, they bend to let you through - the current passes from one to the other, the wave extends over the field, further and further away from you, where another person might be walking, causing the tubes to wave and bend in the opposite direction, they're coming toward you as your passage pushes them away from you, they flutter in-between directions, they tremble...

From above you would see a patch of fibers waving one way over there, another patch waving another way over there, another way over there, another way over there, one wave transforming into another... And you can see from above, because the pathways of a sculpture park are replaced here by highways, highways for pedestrians:

A highway encircles a sculpture, you see a sculpture as you travel up a sculpture - a highway passes over, you walk across a multitude of sculptures in record time - a highway passes through a sculpture as if you're walking through a wall or into a mirror... This highway lets you walk above a sculpture, or under a sculpture: you're in the driver's seat as you walk (the fibers part to let you through) you make a sculpture, you make a clearing for a sculpture as you approach it...

Go to the sculpture, yes, but don't ignore the sculpture you're walking through: the fibers, the tubes - they're reflective tubes by day, they bring down the sky and the sun, they're tubes of light at night, they show you where to go at night. But, now that they're tubes of light, they might as well be projections lights, they project from within - they're media tubes, they can project another world, another world that's somewhere but that isn't here yet, and might never be here physically yet it can be here now virtually, and just as tangibly...

Lie back on the grass now, and see where you are, see what we've made for you. The green of a sculpture park is replaced by another color, by other colors, changing colors... The grass of a sculpture park might be replaced here by another substance, the world of a sculpture park might be replaced here by another world, an alien world...