On the ground lies a gigantic anchor on a thick cable, from a distance it resembles a bone. The anchor cable leads upwards, wraps itself around the steel girders of the ceiling construction and becomes thinner and thinner along the way, becoming first a rope, then a cord. Finally, it is reduced to just a thread attached to three white balloons. The heavy anchor holds only a little air, a gossamer nothingness - here, too, we see a striking visual contradiction: the great promise of material support that in the end evaporates into nothingness.

But where are we? Are we on the lower deck of a ship? The spiral staircase leading upwards is dressed up like a vaudeville dancer, adorned with glittering tinsel. A dazzling invitation: This way to the party, lucky you! But have we even been invited? Or is the party possibly already over? In the ambivalence of the space in between, Sonja Feldmeier asks existential questions to which there are no clear answers. (Sibylle Ryser)