“Paradise under the Ceiling” envisages the establishment of a paradisiacal world in one’s own room. And paradise not in a figurative sense, but in the most literal, real sense of that word. Usual theories and notions of space assign it to some worlds that are remote in time and place, inaccessible to our real presence, worlds about which we can only dream and guess, but in reality it is impossible to see them: they exist too high and far away, if they exist at all.

(Kabakov, E & I 1998, 24)