Kengo Kito created a playground of his own, made entirely out of Hula-hoops. They accumulate in one room, seem to fill it out completely, frozen in the movement they were made for. The essence of their very being appears to linger in every hoop in the room, as if they would, though motionless, still mean to swing around turning hips. The single parts are linked like the cells of an organism, deemingly infinitely reproducing themselves and sparkling of vitality. Well when I wrote that one would look for plastic aesthetics in vain in this exhibition, then this can be seen as the exception, although the colour and the material is characteristic for the ready-made, not necessarily the artwork.