This reminds me of an installation that fascinated us in Vienna, a kind of huge hills hoist dominated the space, on which were spaced massive bridal dresses. The whole thing began to spin irregularly, the dresses building up motion until puffed with air they assumed the shape of the woman in absentia. The thing ground to a halt and then jerk, they went through the whole wringer again. As we were there - the textiles staged revolt - one dress shaking itself free from this cyclical violence. Somewhat regretfully, I told one of the attendents that the art was coming undone - i would have liked to see for once the bride strip herself from the art world, rather than be stripped.