There is a mess up in the trees. A pretty mess of new, pale planks of wood up in the several hundred years old trees. Each of them looks like a huge bird’s nest with a hut on top. There they sit, apparently in perfect justice. And surely there should be huts in the trees behind Our Lady’s Church! Their organic elegance, lightness and transitoriness form a sharp contrast to the stony squareness of the church that has been there since the 13th century, and the whole site opens up; all that is there becomes crisp and clean. The height of the trees. The durability of the ground. Our size compared to that of the trees. And I imagine it all cut through and discover that there is a kind of balance between that which is above and that which is below the ground: branches incorporated in the huts and roots that feel their way into old graves.

In fact, the huts are not particularly light. But Kawamata and his assistants put them up without hammering a single nail into the trees. That’s magic!

Märit Aronsson, Artist
Translated by Birgit Kvamme Lundheim

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