Gallery — №01
Hard. Rough.
Absolutely filthy.
Sandpaper.
We got it into the light. Turned it every way. Shot it until it gave us exactly what we came for. The subject is sandpaper. Everything else is on you.
Caught between sheets. The 320 kind.
№01
The money shot.
№02
3M Pro Grade. Pinned at four corners. Held down at all corners.
№03
The compound finds its way down.
№04
Restrained, restricted, and held in place.
№05
Bound together by ropes, real struggle.
№06
A tower of circles. Each one waiting its turn.
№07
Hung up and waiting. 220.
№08
220 grit. Hung by all four corners.
№09
A roll. A rope. A knot you didn't teach yourself.
№10
Red on red. Tied with intention.
№11
Spread against the wall. Held in place.
№12
Peeled back. The backing reveals itself.
№13
The machine, undressed.
№14
After the grit. Before the finish.
№15
Folded back. Just enough to show the kraft underneath.
№16
Mistaken for something else. It knows what it is.
№17
Spread open. Catalogued.
№18
On bone china. Uninvited. Staying anyway.
№19
Too close. Just right.
№20
40 grit on silk. Wrong room. Perfect fit.
№21
One drop. The one that mattered.
№22
A swirl of compound on Norton 80. Glistening already.
№23
Wet sanding. The kind that takes time.
№24
80 grit. Ferrari red. Someone's going to feel this.
№25
On the hood. Engine still warm.
№26
Klingspor. After.
№27
Even Klingspor breaks. Eventually.
№28
Mirka, undone. Petal by petal.
№29
Wire mesh. The one they warn you about.
№30
Torn down the middle. Pink showing through the seam.
№31
After the job. The bourbon hits different when the dust settles.
№32
Three belts. One bad night.
№33
Draped. Not discarded.
№34
You left the drawer open again.
№35
Used. Crumpled. Lit pink anyway.
№36
Six blocks, undressed.
№37
Held down. Held still. Held quiet.
№38
A variety pack. For the indecisive.
№39
From inside the tunnel.
№40
120 grit. End to end. No exit.
№41
From inside the circle.
№42
Two discs. On edge. Barely.
№43
Three jars. Three finishes. One shelf.
№44
Two Festools. One inevitable conclusion.
№45
Black silk. One Mirka. The reveal does the work.
№46
Black roll. Slowly unwinding.
№47
Stacked, bound, and weeping compound.
№48
The Norton stack. Glistening.
№49
Compound finding its way down. It always does.
№50
A tongue of compound on the disc. Not quite done.
№51
Festool Granat. Soaked and still working.
№52
Heavy with compound. The Festool holds it.
№53
Klingspor roll. Dripping.
№54
Flooded with compound. The Mirka takes it.
№55
The moment of release.
№56
Mid-shake, backlit. The compound catches the light.
№57
From above. Full release.
№58
Profile. The disc doesn't hold back.
№59
The tin, overflowing. Someone was generous.
№60
Dripping from the edge. A disc at its limit.
№61
A streak of compound across 3M belt. Still warm.
№62
The sheet. The pile it made. The job is done.
№63
A disc and what it left behind.
№64
At rest. Still on the surface it just finished.
№65
The block and the flat it created.
№66
The groove it made. The belt that made it.
№67
Half-unrolled. Halfway there.
№68
Stretched taut. Waiting.
№69
On a mirror. It sees itself.
№70
A single mark of pink in a field of black grit.
№71
Motion — №01
8s × 2
Same subject. In motion. Same restraint.
Takes whatever you put on it.
№01
Spreads like honey.
№02
End of essay
That's the gallery. The reviews are where you find what to actually buy.