i like it when u sand approaches sand not as a material but as a process and a mode of world-making. Rather than treating sand as a noun, the artists turn it into a verb. They restore its agency across multiple temporalities, its vitality, endurance, viability, and resilience, attuning themselves to its mechanisms and internal grammars. Through language and materials, the artists explore the geological, social, and poetic trajectories of this seemingly ordinary yet fundamentally indispensable substance.
to sand is to migrate
to sand is to slowly forget something
to sand is to un-define
to sand is to take apart a dictionary
to sand is to be happy to fail
sanding is translating into a language that does not exist
to sand is to acknowledge that nothing can be erased
to sand is to pixelate
to sand is to flow
to sand is to stick together
sanding is holding space for the absence
i sand in those moments when my dark thoughts prevail over the sun i have in me
to sand is to look at something and imagine how it would look like in little pieces
to sand is to lie, lay down, break down.
sanding is a collective process
to sand is to sense microscopic beings
to sand is to creature
to sand is to become multiplicities
to have been sanded is to have been stripped down
to have sanded is to have changed a material state
to have been sanded is to have been displaced
to sand is to record slowly
to have been sanded is to be made transparent
to sand is to disperse
sanding is remembering a scattered sea
to sand is to form a mirage
to sand is to tell a secret
to sand is to bury a secret
to sand is to blur
to sand is to be addressed in your plural form
to sand is to meet across cables
sanding is being able to say swear words in a foreign language
to sand is to slowly uncover
to sand is to build
i sand when i’m clueless
sanding is sand in the present tense
sanding is creating space for what may come
to sand is to agree
to sand is to disagree
to sand is to be ok with contradictions
to sand is to say i love you way too late
the ocean sands when it moves
the planet sands when it’s alive
i sand when i feel tipsy
sanding happens in between my toes
the raindrop sands when it flows down
to sand is to hope that a space will hold what sand is and the impossibility of it doing so
the parrotfish sands when it defecates
the crab sands when it hides
to sand is to pixel
to sand is to release
to sand is to love without saying it
