2002-11-23

It is on the ground floor, entered via a warehouse door, into a corridor with three doors. The door leading there is of rough boards, installed temporarily, but it has been there a long time. Inside there is a faint smell of linseed oil, of wood and metal, blended with an indefinable smell, hardly discernible, of something that was once stored here in big stacks – brought from far away. The space is huge, so the ceiling appears too low. There are many concrete pillars, regularly spaced. They are painted white. In the concrete floor are cracks, there are no windows, the space is lit with electric lighting, that gives everything a pale-green tinge.