It is never the chessboard-like urban space seen from the God view, but the details of the small world that forms Hutong. I could never overlook the orderly arrayed houses, but can pass through the chat between a couple of people, the stools placed under the shade of trees, or the sounds of street vendors. The traces of the old past gradually appears from the aged wooden grain; they carry the stories of each family, each street, and the city, making up the most genuine and vibrant side of Beijing.
Mixed materials, 4.5m x 4.5m
The chairs and stools were all collected from ordinary people who has lived or is still living in Hutong area for decades. They are placed deliberately to implicate the map of the urban space in the past, not precisely but yet metaphorically, to reappear the vivid scene of the tea party on the street.