I was one of those kids who incessantly and constantly begged my parents for a treehouse of my own. Unfortunately, I didn’t get it. My dad rattled off reason after reason, but mostly, he just said that he didn’t have time to build it for me when he knew that I would probably get bored after a month or two (as all kids do.)
But I doubt I’d ever get bored at it had my dad made me something like this mushroom cloud treehouse sculpted by Dietrich Wegner called the Playhouse. I also doubt that he’ll ever be able to make something that looks remotely like this in our backyard.
As you can probably already tell from the photo, this isn’t exactly a treehouse in the sense that it’s not a house that’s built on a tree, although it’s shaped like one. I don’t think Wegner also meant for any kids to actually play and hide away inside it.
The work was previously displayed at the Weston Art Gallery. Of Playhouse, the sculptor has this to say about where he drew inspiration for it (and it doesn’t have much to do with kids in a treehouse..I think):
When an image stands in limbo, between associations, it occupies a flexible place in our mind. Wegner creates images that are safe and unsettling, abject and beautiful…The ephemeral beauty of a mushroom cloud is frightening, how it floats for a minute, delicate and blooming, yet remains chaotic and utterly destructive. We experience a contradiction between what our eyes enjoy and what our mind knows.