You can smell the 280,000 pounds of dirt when you enter the Soho townhouse. The work's title has poetic power but it's more than a room. An open plan (from Wooster to West Broadway) is divided only on your far right by a small room and an open doorway; whole space weighted with 22 inch deep black dirt. A two foot high glass plate bridges the viewing doorway. Two iron pillars disappear into the mass. The formless, worthless material is shaped and elevated by the preexisting interior. The piece both expands the address and posits a constricted microcosm of the natural world.
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