The Museum has a huge mouth that looks like a swimming pool and sucks in works of art, inexorably. Once they're in, they're dead. Its classicistic and fascist attributes (entrance portal, caryatids, chimneys) indicate a German nightmare you definitely want to escape. In fact, my first draft (ink on paper, 80 x 60 cm) and the plaster relief based on it (same size) show a person trying to leave the pool. The whole structure has an uncertain perspective that seems to fall backwards toward a gloomy sun. 

I made the final version after a few years spent in Italy and the fleeing figure was gone. The Museum became a flat, irregular tryptich with a ravening hole that attracts the eye. You can plunge headfirst into it and disappear.