At some time, I reach a point where it seems finished—or maybe not yet. My art works visually, so it’s difficult to express success in words. Sometimes I myself am not even sure; it’s often hard for me to stop.
The surfaces used to be particularly bad. There was a work, a large aluminum ring, which I sanded so much that it became completely smooth and the seams were no longer visible. Still, I wasn’t satisfied. So I spackled the whole thing and laboriously created an artificial aluminum surface: I spent weeks sanding and polishing the entire surface. Yes, really, I made an artificial aluminum surface for an aluminum sculpture. In those days, at the college, I drove everyone else crazy, morning to night, with dust, polyester, and the noise of the sander. In the end, the ring looked super smooth and artificial. Even though that’s what I wanted, I didn’t like it. After two months of drudgery I took some rough sandpaper and sanded it all away again, just like that. It couldn’t go on like that—the thing was bare again, and stayed that way. So much for knowing when a work is finished.