A rolling stone gathers no moss.
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, …
