A hotel close to the Milano Dome.
The walls, floor, windows, furniture and amenities of the room were covered with a thick layer of white, industrial wax. It raised the floor by several centimeters and slowly deformed under the visitor's feet; it thinned out towards the ceiling, revealing in patches the pattern of the wallpaper; it removed the telephone, the refrigerator, the bed from their intended use. Daylight filtered faintly through the wax-covered window. The room appeared isolated from noise and sunshine. Its last inhabitant had left under obscure circumstances; perhaps a salesman in industrial materials, perhaps stranded in a foreign city, the space could be decoded but ambiguities remained unresolved.
Visitors obtained the key for the room at the reception, as if they were checking in.
The piece is a homage to Medardo Rosso.