Sensorama

Sensorama  pavilion is ment to provide impulses and feelings bound up with a magic moment in our past. A rememberance most of us, wherever coming from, are sharing. Teenage years. Our memory drives us towards images, scents and feelings. Memories of past rides on a rusty, folding bike. Long hot summer. Holidays with a book. Could be Faulkner's. Rides through forests, sequences of space.

First hot and dry ones, exposed to unpityful sun infiltrating through high pine trees.
The scent of warmed-up resin and pines. Dusty light cutting up the air. Warm wind on the face while riding down the slight slope.

Than come dark, wet basins. Sudden change of temperature. Scarry niches in the bushes. Heavy umbrella of the trees.
Soft moss. Almost no birds singing.

A teenage promess will last forever.

Krzysztof Banaszewski
Małgorzata Kuciewicz
Jakub Szczęsny

summer 2007