Sculptures
Art was not meant to be understood, but felt. And with the feeling, comes the understanding.
While walking on the beach, I couldn’t help but notice a pile of driftwood in front of me. My eyes became unfocused for a moment and I clearly saw the torso of a man from times long gone. I became obsessed with the idea of reconstructing what remained of that ancient being. I precisely staked the site and started my archeological search. My intuition told me what pieces belonged to my character. All that I can find within that site ended up on the workbench at my studio. I knew some pieces were missing – lost to the ebb and flow of the ocean. I could only work with what was left. Then, piece by piece, they came together. Each piece contained the knowledge of where it belonged. These one-of-a-kind bronze sculptures are an homage to the mystery of these creatures now long gone.
