Ideas flow through my head like waves upon the shore (and if I don’t write them down they will disappear just as fast). At the same time I want the statues I make to stand like the rocks on which the waves are crashing. And that is not easy.
An idea is something fleety and that which defines a statue is in fact just as ethereal. A sculpture should be able to dally, to seduce, to distract. Show both beauty and its reverse. A bit like a human being. A person can be beautiful, kind and cute but also brutal, sly and nasty, all at the same time. Continue reading Sentiment or Emotion