Ok folks, this one is weird–even I think it’s weird, but also strangely compelling.
I don’t know how to describe it so I won’t try except to say it’s eerie and disturbing but in a very nonspecific way.
–James
I didn’t go very far into it, but, I declare, it has Harpy Chemnitz in one of them rooms!
Bring me a red page!
Sort of Mystlike. Why are all these kind of things so eerie?
didn’t work for me, which is probably just as well…
Well, you missed some nice art, if dark.
That’s mainly what this thing is, an art display.
–James
I think perhaps I shouldn’t go there at all.
My daughter swears she’ll have nightmares.
If I had all the time in the world I might spend some of it on this.
Addictive is not the word I would use.
Well, it was addictive till I’d seen all the rooms.
Now that I’ve seen it, I’ve seen it…I’m not really compelled to go back.
Besides, I’m working my way through one of the latest “Repairman Jack” novels–one addiction at a time is about what I have time for these days. 
–James
i went to a few of the rooms. very pretty.
this site “mysteries of time & space” has a bit more challenge to it.
http://www.albartus.com/motas/
my wife found it at this website:
http://www.pointlesssites.com/atoz.asp
check out the sand from hell too.
This was an interesting link. I looked at all 99 rooms. I have some very mixed feelings about the project, but it was thought-provoking.
I thought the photographs were wonderful.
For me, most of the time the added painting and action took away from the power of the photograph. I ended up feeling that most of the time there was not any real connection between the photo and the added images. I think the photos said something to me that they did not say to the people doing the project. If you remember one time when a door opened and there was a graffiti-like drawing of a view from the back of a nude woman which had been placed so that she appeared to be sitting on a table----okay, there I thought there was a point to the drawing, the music, and the photograph. That is what I would like to have felt more often.
I think in some cases the imagery and action was light-hearted but I could not seem to get into the light-hearted spirit of it. I can see things by Edward Gorey and love the sort of contradiction, I guess you might call it, the hilarious dreadfullness of his pictures. But I couldn’t find any special amusement in these pictures for some reason—they didn’t seem to have a reason to exist. The room with the peacock I did enjoy—the contradiction between the surroundings and the event was so extreme that there was a real spark there I thought.
Sometimes I really felt almost that some sort of desecration was taking place, I don’t know why. I’m not sure how I feel about painting on the walls of our leavings. But of course we tear buildings down, so why not use them as a canvas? I don’t know. I think I am more a documentation, conservation sort of person. Photos of the buildings document the past, the history of the rooms, give thought to those who spent their time in such alien surroundings. Should we paint on those walls? Maybe we should, to give them some humanity and life. I can imagine that some sorts of paintings I might respond to more than the particular style of the painter in this project. Anyway, I enjoyed looking at the photos even if I felt that they had missed an opportunity to do something really powerful. I’m not sure what it would have been exactly, but someone could do it. And this is just a matter of individual taste, I’m not criticizing anyone who found more nourishment than I did.