She hangs on the outer wall of the RAW-Gelände. A sexy fox—so, Foxy. She’s dancing in the fire against a crumbling backdrop, with the plaster peeling off: dancing on the volcano. All around her, small images have been pasted, the power lines sagging above her, and there’s an intriguing orange light.
The RAW-Gelände is deep in the east. It used to be an industrial area and is now an alternative, creative space that’s slowly decaying. Fortunately, it’s allowed to decay slowly, and it won’t be demolished. For now, this lady will keep dancing, for as long as the plaster holds. Graffiti is rarely painted over in Berlin. It’s more often added to.