The idea for the crumpled wooden frame in Smoothing came from my reflections on the negligibility of a piece of paper. The audience is led to believe that the random patterns at the back of the frame are the main focus of the work. Traditionally, they would be right; the patterns alone would constitute the work. But the fact is, those patterns are actually shadows cast by slumped glass; the glass melts slightly in the oven, which creates folds in its surface that in turn cast various patterned shadows depending on the direction of light. Strange paradox and reversion occurs here. By the way, have you noticed that the word ‘smoothing’ implies that "the thing used to be more crumpled?