In the old bakery of the prison castle, I replicated reliefs that had most likely been left unnoticed. These included:
brick mortar drips from a second floor detention cell;
a layer of makeshift expanded clay concrete under the roof in the recreation center;
the remains of wallpaper from the bakery;
flakes of paint from a detention cell in the north corridor;
an electrical chase from the toilet;
peeling plaster from the west corridor on the first floor.
The expressionist beauty of the building, reproduced in a most incongruous material, emerges from the shadow of its history, condensing into a concentrated abstraction.