Superstudio 2019 - award

I. you mark
II. you catch
III. you do not eat
IV. you rest
V. you refresh
VI. you sense

In this world, you live only for a moment, but you are dead forever. Sivko!
With the calm of Zen masters, I trudge through this landscape, alongside my leader. The sun is shining, sometimes it's cloudy, and sometimes it rains. Suddenly, an intimately familiar scent zipped past me. In an instant, I caught the whiff of a nearby territory, which to my senses seemed to be quite marked.
Mmm, sniffing around. The closer I clear my way through the meadow flowers, the more my desire for a closer specification of the unknown odor becomes a reality. A monumental colonnade guides my direction. I found a gap. I’m going into the house.

I. Great inspections. I mumble under my breath. I need to examine everything carefully. That wide palette of scents and the endless variety of options leave me unfazed. All around are towering elemental forms of admirable qualities. It would be a shame not to take advantage of this. The tension is mounting. I fly back and forth. Hop, jump. Sniff. Sniff. The usual process of marking territory stimulates a feeling of personal freedom. I take off through a hole in the fence.

II. Hmm. The tennis ball. My favorite. I will rotate around the fence while chasing the ball as if there were no tomorrow. The rays whisper to my fur, encouraging me to roll in that fluff around. I turn around, do three squats, a somersault. I scratch my back, put my paws on my shoulders, and take off. I catch the scent of another adventure.

III. Meanwhile, I manage to mark one of the many pillars that presents itself before the gate to paradise. This place reminds me of something. Saliva is flowing like that of my siblings from I. P. Pavlov. This cunning bend is full of indistinct elements that I have consumed before. Solid meat. The moment of contemplation fades due to my master's call. However, I can’t help but ponder how to snatch this baked little creature.

IV. I pass the vegetation. I’m looking for an exit. Suddenly, a salvific thought strikes me. Like a good pup, I stretch out in that spot over there. Why? You ask. Because at this time the sun has decided to make this wonderful day even warmer. Am I dreaming or awake? The comfort has just about dried my mouth. And where is the Master? I set off in rhythm with my tongue dragging on the ground.

V. Eeh. Eureka. While cooling off in the gentle waves, I’m reassured by the fact that the leader is close. Slurp, slurp... splash. Carried away by the current, my soaked fur enjoys the delightful feeling that this system allows it. I sensed the master, but I persist in the flow. The exit is closer than I anticipate.

VI. An idea of an eternal loop of frolicking around this peculiar structure flows restlessly in my head. It can’t be helped. A gentle leash pulls me to sense the memorial. Here rests one of many divine prototypes. In this world, you live only for a moment, but you are dead forever. Sivko!
We decided to define the universal activities that are important for every dog, which it enjoys and goes through every day. Six of these adventures form the architecture of Sivko’s mausoleum. The determining navigational tool is the dog’s sensory perception. The arrangement of the various spaces in the mausoleum is accentuated by a solitary column, which is offered for regular marking and which leads the dog further.
Despite the fact that the dog is a small creature, we propose a monumental space that a human cannot enter. 120 meters long, 12 meters wide. However, a person can freely walk through the colonnade surrounding the mausoleum, allowing for occasional visual and auditory contact with their dog. Thanks to this adventurous visit, it is possible to fully honor Sivko’s memory with other dogs and their owners. Alone, but also in packs with friends.