While living in Beijing for the summer of 2005, most of my time was spent on building sites. I watched blocks of flats being knocked down and saw new buildings being put up. The breathtaking rapidity of this process, and the ruthlessness with which it was carried out, had me transfixed. I spent a lot of time thinking about the fall-out of these changes. Whose washing had I found hanging on a line after the bulldozers had left? Who had chosen the blue and green wallpaper I had found clinging to the wall left teetering in wake of demolition? My work during that time - when I was far from my own home - explores the texture of home.

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