2018 OPEN Guangzhou
Since first entering the people's hall in Xiaozhou Village I asked myself what role it might have played in the bloody years of the revolution?
The work path started as a walk from the gallery art space –also done as a connection between the venues.
The way through the village streets had something irritating for the residents - nobody walks barefoot through the alleys and balances an - obviously heavy - bucket on his head.
Arrived in the people's hall I put the bucket on a pedestal.
In order to define the hall as free space and to cool down the temperature from 40° C, I emptied a bucket of water on each side of the hall with a big throw.
Like asking a question I started now laying a glass path. Due to their own weight, they fell flat onto the stone floor. A single grain of sand would be enough to burst the sheet.
The way back led always over the laid glass panes around one - or two new panes to take up and drive the path further. None of the glass plates broke. Only at the end - since the path to the steps leading to the stage was too narrow - the last sheet shattered, almost equivalent to a salvation.
The bucket was picked up from the pedestal and carried on the head over the glass path to the stage, balancing and emptying the steps above my head. Little glass tubes filled with water came out of the bucket and poured themselves over the head down the body to the steps, where they crashed loudly...
The question of an investigation into the history of the hall remains unanswered.