KAHN + SELESNICK - Info : 2001

The exhibition will feature a complete installation of a city of salt, constructed of small-scale salt-encrusted clay buildings, along with artifacts, transcribed stories, and an editioned series of color digital panoramic images. Text excerpt from "City of Salt" Exhibition: The city of salt now lies quietly on the flats; its formerly bustling alley ways are now destitute, its market places and squares buried

The city was built by a king in the distant days of the third dynasty. According to local legend, the king had once wandered his capital one night during a time of plague, the more he wandered the more he became enamoured of the deathly silences and stillness that held sway over the capital. By morning he had resolved to build a deserted city as a funerary monument, a city where he could wander in solitude for eternity

The construction took many years, but the king never once visited his dream city during this time, choosing to observe its progress from a distance as not to break the illusion that his city was unpeopled. Eventually the city was completed, but still the king waited; many wondered if he had forgotten about it entirely, or had lost interest in the fanciful notions of his youth. Unbeknownst to the general populace however, the king had already left for his city - he had waited for an evening remarkably similar to that evening during the time of the plague, and he had stolen away accompanied only by one faithful servant as a companion, who was to hold the king's horse outside the city gates

It was a fine moonlit night, and the king felt ecstatic as they crossed the salt flats. How his city gleamed in the distance! But at a certain point during this journey, a creeping anxiety began to prey upon the king. Surely this night was a most unreal night, fragilely beautiful to be sure, but subtly poisonous, overly alive in its clarity. The king grew pensive, and began to question his desire to wander alone for eternity, imprisoned in a city of his own illusions

The dead city seemed to represent the crumbling of the mighty empire he had inherited and that had been put in his charge; within his swoon he found it hard to remember where its borders lay, whether it had prospered or foundered during his reign. It now seemed to the king that during his solitary night wanderings during the time of the plague he had become enraptured with the face of death

Looking about him, the king realized his companion was nowhere to be seen. More alarmingly, the capital, from which he had come, seemed to exactly resemble the dead city to which he was heading, so much so that the king could no longer distinguish between them. It was as if he was standing before an enormous mirror, the moon hung low over each city, the flats receded infinitely towards the identically crystalline mountain ranges

Terrified that he might see the twin image of himself, the king attempted to close his eyes, only to find that they already were closed. Opening them, he again saw the dead city before him, now with a waking clarity, the only city that had ever existed - was it his past or future that had been stolen from him - the king wondered. Surely I died during the time of the plague, how vivid the deserted city looked to my dying eyes as I wandered it for the last time, I felt as a king amid the stinking silent alleyways, the beggar thought to himself