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