As I entered the room containing the ‘one year performance’ by Teching Hseih, I felt an instant sense of unease. Although it took me a while to get my head around the concept there was instantly a superficial feeling of captivity and enslavement about the room. On studying the mass of information around me more closely the repetitive nature of the piece became more apparent. The thought of repeating the same action over and over again, on the hour every hour for a whole year was enough to drive me crazy never mind actually carrying out the process and recording it with meticulous detail. After spending roughly 15 minuets carefully following the sequence of photographs around the room I decided to leave. I left the room with a momentary feeling of guilt about my lack of dedication to art in comparison to Tenching Hseih. However the feeling didn’t last particularly long.