by Han Hofman

In the Tschumi pavilion, six large heads made of pur foam hung down from the ceiling. The heads made turning movements which resulted into the suggestion that they were looking at, and reacting to each other. They seemed to be creatures that turned to each other as far as their neck muscles allowed them to. In this way, they looked at each other in two groups of three people: they were together, but what did they do? And what did the passers-by who saw them, do? Did they feel anything about the heads? What were they waiting for? Did they need a Savior? Were they victims of the circumstances or did they master the situation? Did this raise any question about what we are doing here and how we treat each other?