When blank, A4 paper has a ubiquity, uniformity and a sterility that is wonderful. When confronted with it you can’t not make an impression upon it. You need to fold it; mark it with a pen.
The room is filled with 20,000 little sculptures. The work describes a simple and formal transformation of a flat surface to a form. An increasing of volume. To screw up a piece of paper into a ball is a sculptural act. Each ball is unique. It fits into the hand of who balled it.
Every edge and ridge of the paper balls can fit into one another like rudimentary Lego bricks. Placed on top of one another they can be stacked into large mounds and towers creating a larger landscape. To be built, reformed and played with.
The white of the paper is not truly white. It shimmers blue. Only in the mass of paper and against the white wall of the room is this visible. An industrial heightening of a colour until it becomes another.