I have a sandpaper fetish.
I find the service of sandpaper poetic. How the service of the paper turns into a specific surface. While sanding an object to its core, the paper pollutes itself with cracks and dust. The material of the sanded object and the movement over the object are stored in the sandpaper.
The collection of sanding papers covers a wide spectrum, from self-sanded papers to machine-sanded sheets. During the land-art biennale in Mongolia [ LAM 360°], I bought a roll of sandpaper measuring 1 by 10 meters at the Ulaanbatar market. I used this to scour a rock off the Holy Mountain – the place where the camp was stored. The shape of the rock and the colors of the Holy Mountain are now stored in these sanded sheets.
My work is multidisciplinary from video (computer generated) to physical sculpture. Common ground is the question ; What is reality? By adding time, this concept always gets a different outcome. The answer is diffuse and lies hidden in different materials and methods.
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