This work is born from listening to the wood, from its moment of drying, from feeling how its fibers open... Read More
This work is born from listening to the wood, from its moment of drying,
from feeling how its fibers open simultaneously to the exit of water and sap.
Reflection of desperation, loneliness, and anxiety. Suffer, and be
carried by the current of life, which pushes us, moves us; it never asks. Feeling,
static, subjugated, only here, without incarnating.