In I am the Tower, a tower and a fen are positioned outside of a house. Inside the house the sculpture representing the artist, in excessive scale, and his family photo. The curtain of the window sporadically flutters with the feeble wind coming from the fen, but mostly with the visitors approaching to the work.
Any part of the installation is artificial or fake: the tower, the light, the house, they are all things made by humans; the person itself is fake, as well as the photo is. There is only one real element, the essence of the whole installation: the curtain.
The installation is like a painting, where the actual painting is the curtain and everything else is a very complicated frame.