A Husmann/Tschaeni artwork stares you in the face. Under the layers of pinks, greens and blues, you sense movement. As if it is watching your back. Suddenly, you feel yourself being drawn into the art, losing focus. „We work backwards …“ greets you as you enter the gates. A small plaque reads: „A hell of positive energy with a small hint of hidden otherworldly darkness mixed with visual poetry and deep sensitive natural beauty. A daily biological presence combined with absurd undefined monstrous fantasy.“ Whatever it means, you feel impelled to move into this otherworldly place. Huge floating fluorescent orb-kites, perched on top of barely-there stilts, strut around you.
