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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4502 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention pleasure complex Frank Faust in its way this seems almost an industrial setting stark and intense accommodation for such simple pleasures close your eyes and listen behind the surface echo and clamour is a deeper constant rushing water surrounding purposeful the breeze you feel on your bare back and arms is moving as though funnelled down a shaft lightening the closeness of clammy humidity now open what do you see you might expect aquatic blue to assert itself but no here it is a clinical white roof and walls are white tiled the grouting between each tile a gash of black the stairs are framed in vivid white metal spiralling tubes circle in descent through a twisted mass of white fibreglass in just five seconds of forced and frenetic sliding black rivets add the strength of contrast living colour comes only from naked skin and the harlequin costumes of bathers queuing on the platform awaiting their turn to use the apparatus with its roaring slide that fades to pitch within a moment of entry into the chasm full length plate windows show trees outside through steam that clouds the glass but the waving branches loaded with leaf are overpowered no match for the faded whiteness of bursting clouds white and wet inside and out it is perhaps as well to immerse here in the white dazzle of this industrial pleasure complex as to soak in the pallid drizzle beyond the walls |
