A rolling stone gathers no moss.
For me, new sculptures begin as small clay models. Many of them end up in the clay bucket. But sometimes, when I fall in love with a new form, it stays. Each sculpture is an answer to a question I did not yet know. In my work I return again and again to the same …
I don’t like boredom. For me, boring is doing what others do, just because that’s how it’s supposed to be. Without motivation. Without thinking for yourself. When I said this to someone whose opinion truly matters to me, I received support. I was encouraged to say it even louder: “Boring is not stepping out of …
A new idea is born,a spark emerging from the mind, radiant as light,like a small lamp illuminating its own path. Two figures — the feminine and the masculine —gently sway from the ears.Each ear becomes a vessel of listening,receiving the world’s quiet truths. Within the eyes, two small figures appear:a man and a woman,each perceiving …
Suddenly, I am struck by an idea. Like a golf ball finding its way into the hole. Or is it a balloon drifting its way into the sky? But one thing is certain: it shines like light! Depending on where I stand, an idea emerges. A birthe of light in the mind! From September …
May 5th. Every year I ask myself: do I take time to consciously remember, or do I keep building the present? But I am part of history. My foundation rests on the shoulders of my parents and ancestors. That’s why I remember. I created this sculpture, Broken Life, for my father. After World War II, …
