V.In front of my bedroom a couple was sitting on a bench and making out. “Good evening!” I shouted loudly as I stepped outside the door, after all it was my property on which the two were enjoying themselves, right in front of my habitable mound of earth. Proof was not necessary as I came straight out of the mound and had a key with me. They only turned their heads briefly and saluted.
I had already shown my sleeping place to several people interested in art in the early evening, some had waved them off if they had already seen everything on a guided tour a few days ago. I didn’t like the idea that my night camp was the talk of the town before I even moved in, but it was art in public space, and you had to get used to it. I had intercepted a few strollers at the tiny wooden door in front of the shaft that led under the overgrown hill, as if it were my work, not that of Turner Prize winner Laure Prouvost, and when they saw the cave in a stooped position, the visitors were “extremely interesting “Mumbled: the resemblance to a female breast, the arched clay walls, unmistakable allusion to the story of creation. Claustrophobic, indeed, a hole in the ground. After a short silence, they were sure that they didn’t want to sleep there.
Murano glass nipple
The Metzlerpark on Frankfurt’s Museumsufer is open around the clock. During the day museum visitors and bankers on the phone roam around there, in the evening those who find it too turbulent on the banks of the Main sit down between stately trees, drink from wine glasses they have brought with them and enjoy rabbits that hunt from bush to bush. Prouvost’s work “Boob Hills Burrows” is in the middle of the park. A small hill that squirts water from a glass nipple, and the accessible part, also crowned by a translucent Murano glass nipple. Outside there is a fence made of cordage, probably a precautionary measure to protect the delicate lawn on the hills, which can be identified as turf in daylight. It looks like a miniature Shire has been built in the park. That evening, young people were playing badminton in the adjacent meadow.
The guards with safety vests were already doing their rounds. Since the habitable works of art were there, they stayed until morning. On one of the nights after the opening, rioters had damaged the door of Prouvost’s work of art, at six in the morning when the night watchmen were on the opposite side of the park. Drunk people had also tampered with other works of art.
Cornelia Saalfrank, the initiator of the project called tiny BE, which several Frankfurt museums support as cooperation partners, then asked herself briefly whether the location was a little too accessible for everyone in the world. “The Metzlerpark is quite a number.” But that was Frankfurt. At the two other locations of the habitable sculpture park in Darmstadt and Wiesbaden, things were quiet up to now, and the city center didn’t offer that much green either. Now motion detectors and additional barriers are under discussion. No, she had never slept in the park herself.