In the morning dawn we reach the door of the temple. A guard let us in. Jaina get up before sunrise
and they do not eat, drink and travel after sunset. We kneel on the cold floor and in the silence,
rub a piece of graphite over the paper. It is not certain what we will find.
What we gain is tangible and yet undefined ...
frottage from the floor of the Jain Temple of Ellora on 189 pieces A4 in collaboration with Varsha Nair, placed in front of the altar, Berlin 2005