Ralf Weber (Freiburg, 1972)
I’m fascinated by the infinite line that envelops a volume as a movement in space. I understand these works as sculptural sketches of space.In almost all of the works the sculpture has an inner core that is connected to the infinite line. This inner element is the soul of the block, which escapes my strict concept of form. The movements of the stone’s soul have a finer dynamic and an explicitly contrasting surface structure, whose borders are defined only by the infinite line.What I actually want to show is that the whole thing is an impossible exercise. The choice of material is consciously wrong. These works are about a true futility. I cut and chisel for as long as it takes for the previous structures of the material, and thus the system, as it were, to collapse.