Keil Space Florence Opening 2023

Imagine how the administrative employees of a certain Midwestern USA floor-polish conglomerate felt when they walked into their new workplace for the first time. All that light, and a whiff of the products their industry sent out into the world. 


Imagine what spirit possessed jaded Manhattan art connoisseurs as they promenaded upwards on the polished concrete spiral ramp that led towards the light, with strange, new, disconcerting abstract art displayed at the sides. 

‘This is a new world, and now we’re part of it.’

A structure that’s different from previous ideas of how structures of its kind should be reconstructs those who enter it. A look around the new disconcerting environment arouses a pleasant doubt. 

‘Have I stepped into the future? or back into a past that’s different from how I imagined it might’ve been. Are these images petroglyphs left over from a vanished culture, or something left behind by ambassadors of an advanced civilization that’s chosen to remain unseen and anonymous for our benefit?’

A traveler wanders through a strange town, attracted by new sights. A downward-sloped entrance beckons, the stranger descends. “Hello? Anyone here?”

Silence is the answer. The traveler enters.

Strange iterations of the monolith in Stanley Kubrick’s 2001: A Space Odyssey have wandered across interstellar time to land in the Cradle of the Renaissance. ‘Have I trespassed into a private club where unknown forms of intimacy occur in anonymous invisibility?’

The space yawns like a cave of fascination, pulls the human ever inward. ‘Are those birds? Where does that scent of vanilla come from? Who’s made these mysteriously powerful forms? Can metal be made to dance?’

The distance between the Uffizi and Keil Space can’t be measured in ordinary human terms. Human intervention and artistic invention are quirks of life in an uncrowded universe. Keil Space, similarly roomy, hums with a silent energy. Nature and time manifest themselves in limitless surprises.  The distance between the Cradle of the Renaissance and the unknown is only a few steps down from the boulevard named for one of its greatest geniuses.