Depending on the perspective of the viewer, the church is either perceived as a massive building, or dissolves — partly or completely — into the landscape. Those viewers that look from the inside of the church to the outside, on the other hand, witness an abstract play of lines that reshapes the surrounding landscape. In this way, church and landscape can both be considered part of the work — hence also its title, which implies that to read between the lines, one must also read the lines themselves. In other words: the church makes the subjective experience of the landscape visible, and vice versa.
I find it really amusing that the guys who so ostentatiously declare ‘Oh, I prefer the /natural/ look’
are also the first ones to cringe away in fear and disgust at even the slightest shred of body hair
last time I checked?
Razors weren’t fucking natural