Cildo Meireles

Among the spaces to walk around here – which includes a room filled with red objects and a passage knee-deep in talcum powder – is a maze of different fence-like barriers, including wire mesh, net and wood, which must be navigated to reach the giant ball of scrunched cellophane at its centre. Simple enough, except that beneath your feet is a floor of clear glass, on top of layers of broken shards, which cracks and breaks under your weight. Rather than reconstructing the real, Meireles stages the surreal and makes interaction a journey of provocation and potential. (HS)