The camera drags across the uneven floor of my old studio, recording a run of instruments of measure in a line sometimes straight, sometimes bent. Nothing very much happens. Occasionally the camera and user are caught up in reflections, marking the unmediated means of production as much subject as anything else. This little film was originally made to show in a K11 Art Mall museum in Shenyang - like a bank, a place dedicated to Capital (and certainly the spending of it). Sometimes value lies in its absence. Or not.
Craig Easton