Beifu No. 525, bricks and cement, dimensions variable, 2010

A play named “The Falling Peach Blossoms,” was staged here last year, everything which used to be alive (peaches and good wine) will be gone in time, leaving only a dry well and wretched walls. The artist has gathered some cement blocks from this ruinous heap, then chiseled some holes to allow the wind to swirl in and out through the holes, as if the rock is breathing. In order to make the shape resemble rock from Tai Lake, he polishes the surface of the stone to a shine, so it looks as if it has been touched by many hands – in the end the result is a new kind of beauty and grace. If we see a beautiful vision, does it matter in whose courtyard we see it?

 
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