museum of crockery

I am imagining a large space - perhaps a lecture theatre, an old house or uncluttered space. As you enter you find the floor is covered in china crockery, set up randomly. In the middle of the space sits a figure at the head of a table. The table is spread as if waiting from guests, the figure sits in stillness, her arms reaching out on either side in the shape of a cross, tea cups hang from her arms, her head is bowed, unseen.

I am building a relationship with china - my props - I am my props - they demonstrate a sense of harmony and relationship to each other, I fit in with them, they fit in with others who fit in around them. They are present in a ceremony of silence.