Gravel, an installation in the outdoor church at Sigtunastiftelsen, 1992
I visit Sigtunastiftelsen. Everything is peaceful and quiet – beautiful and harmonious. But when I sit down and think about the place I suddenly feel a vague discomfort. Hierarchies? Power? History? When I close my eyes I see a pattern in front of me. I dig the pattern in the gravel covered open space – ten times ten meters. The excess gravel I colour heavenly blue in a cement mixer. Then I put it back again. A blue intarsia pattern of gravel – beautiful and slightly unpleasant.