Eugen Wist im Skulpturinstitut, Wien

Studio Shells

1
Warm water is soaking into our soles

While our eyes follow the wall cracks

2

The pouring rain decreased for a bit

A rough storm like this can last for decades

With slight variations each day

It can turn any place into a ruin

3

When I’m on a long journey

My melancholic furniture creates 

An extra heavy atmosphere

to make me feel guilty

4

Leave the empty bottles on the table

Before you air the room

It can happen that the fresh breeze

Creates a droning chord with their open necks

5

I added some extra pages to this booklet

So its weight equals

All the book pressed flowers of

Each household in this city

6

The borsht was so delicious the other day

Because I slightly changed the recipe:

I used the garlic clove

You put under the pillow to

Sleep deeper


7

I think our hands and feet shriveled enough

The wrinkles channel the water

These raisin fingers improve our grip

On wet surfaces


Text: Eugen Wist