In the middle of a plaza, a cubic building. Behind its mirror windows, behind
its metal doors, modern art, waiting for the grand opening. In front of the building,
a crowd of people.
stand there, waiting, their cameras ready to take the first pictures. There's
excitment in the air, and rumours on the move. Apparently, only a limited number
will be on display.
discussion is interrupted by young athletes dressed in blue and silver, who enter
the plaza. They turn their bodies into wheels, they juggle them, they fly through
the air, creating ever changing figures.
the end of their performance, they stand still for a group picture. The youngest
one of them, a boy with hair so blonde that it seems white, opens a bottle, and
inserts a ring. Soap bubbles, he will create, a shower of soap bubbles,
fill the air.
are focused, yet the boy, he takes his time. He breathes in, then breathes out.
Finally he raises the ring to his mouth and creates
one single bubble.
bubble drifts slowly in the wind. People start to gesture, to laugh, to shout.
The boy, though, is in another world, he doesn't notice the outside, all he sees
is the one bubble. The one perfect shimmering bubble.
moments later, the curator gives the sign to open the museum door. Then he breathes
in, awaiting the reaction of the visitors when they see that all the museum holds
is one single painting.
D. Lang, Germany; picture: N. Baltazar, Canada)