What do idle train tracks think about as they lie where locomotives no longer work?What does the almost-empty coal mouth say to the leftover bits of soot that remain among its teeth while biting into the ground for the last time? How do the chimneys that once billowed immeasurable quantities of smoke feel 1 and the city has already grown around them far and wide?
Coal and soot and sweat A city of labor slowly succumbing to the exposure of the elements.The clank clank clank of man and machinery replaced by playful birds and boisterous cicadas 2 where the timeless steam engine has reached the end of its line and weeds soften the unfertile ground where workers forged a living as well as a nation. The industrial era may be gone but the art of life has just begun.
I want to tell my story through art the call-girl says as her beautiful naked body adorns the East German-built factory walls, that I might share the error of my ways and thereby obtain some absolution. Let the students come and view this place a trendy venue for a modern revolution, 3 a great departure from the burdens their forefathers endured. It seems only right that their youthful attempts at art built by the Communist Fist.