Spiraling out of the shadows
The facade of the church was too overwhelming. It was not for its height, easily surpassed by any other we had seen in adjoining cities, but its surface was uninterruptedly covered with detailed bas-relief sculptures, in such a way that there was no visible free space anywhere as well as it was impossible to discern a clear picture of it all: flower-crowned bulls, men and women with fishtails, dogs fighting over human bones, pillars of salt in seas of reeds, cocks and hens, toads, pearls, from five to nine-pointed stars, geometric and baroque shapes, the eyes of the beholder nervously spiraling all over its makeup, not stopping, too much movement, over-informed brain, collapse after a minute of watching.
(photo of Lee Bul sculpture detail)