By the way (1991)
Two bullet holes at eye level, through the glass front and into the far wall of the Historisches Museum in Frankfurt, executed by uniformed police sharpshooters.
The idea of shooting at a museum has something almost adolescent about it, and I don’t dissociate myself from that — and in 1991, I was certainly interested in shooting a museum. The gun and the bullet as serial objects and the whole sequence of shooting as an accumulation of serial ideas — and yet a unique work of art emerges, namely the bullet holes in the pane of glass.
The most disparate elements are combined here: the traversing of space and the speed of a projectile that slices through it, and briefly occupies it.