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Gustavo’s Gas Stove
Ammonite shell fossil, fake pearls, gas stove, brass rods, trumpet mouthpiece, vinyl hose, crystal ball, golden beads, inkjet prints on paper and vinyl, video projection, sound, microphone stand, micro suede fabric
 
Gas Station: The Rubber Trumpet. 11/07/15-30/08/15. Vanguard Gallery, Shanghai  
   
Hangover of murder

How to cope with a broken heart, post-sunset
Tinted indifferent embroidered story
Forget this Thursday, how about tonight?
Gold watch, lots of rings, hoop earrings
One cut, one kill
Life is the accomplice
Bruised darlings
Elemental essential Icelandic emergency relief botanical
Prime, lacquer, gloss
Hangover of murder

Stash
Permanent
Pale blue

 
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In Roy Vickers’s detective fiction The Rubber Trumpet (1934), the male protagonist killed his wife with a gas stove, in the same fashion as using a hammer. Responding to this detail, I made the piece. The murderer and the lethal weapon, which one is more evil? Do naïve objects exist? A person can be inspired by a lethal weapon, which might already contain the latent evil and violence of a murder. The physical boundary between human and object is blurry. Human has long been post-human. Hangover of murder. Ridicule is the premise for romance. The pale blue flame on a gas stove burns quietly like a specter.

 
   
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