Public Drawing – Windshaped
- Waldlabor
- The entrance is not a clear line. It is a state of being. Where the field ends and the trees begin, people gather.
- Dogs romp freely, voices mingle with the wind, and the rustling leaves weave through it all. The wind blurs the boundaries. It carries leaves and pollen, but also pollutants that are a serious threat to the ecosystem.
- As the soil becomes compacted and less permeable to water, it gradually loses nutrients, weakening especially the threshold space.
Contributors: Anastasija Matic , Leonie Agorastos, Manuel Reichart
