Pigmented bronze, motorcycle parts, ropes, spirals
65 (L) x 30 (W) x 165 (H) cm
He always wakes up in the middle of the night. The pub downstairs, despite its flat business, is open as always. The blue neon lights adorn his room as fancy as the sea. At such moments, he’d install one of his mechanical arms, get out of bed, open the refrigerator and take a swig of KT52. He’s never used to its weird taste. “Ew”, he grimaces and goes to the bathroom.
The tub is full of water, which looks slightly sparkling in the darkness. Like usual, he sits down by the tub, stretching out his silvery metal arm to fumble in the water. After a while he picks up a shimmering blue ball. He dries the ball carefully with a towel, takes it to the bed, spin in, and embrace the dreamland again with the ball in his arm.
Guan Xiao, Petting-Er, 2020