On the gallery floor something stretches out that reminds one of a desert landscape. It consists of a powder in various colours of grey, which smoothly flow over each other in an alienating sight. The powder was once a passenger airplane engine, which via an atomizing process was pulverized into fine dust and was scattered on the floor. It evokes associations such as death, or war, but also social-cultural developments like traveling around the world, and of Jackson Pollock’s action paintings. Simultaneously, the work stays exactly what it is: a pulverized engine on the gallery floor.