A Monument to That which Is Forgotten
Lips, parted or sealed, are always expressing something. Words lose their true
meaning with the passage of time, like the soil of the land to which we belong. I
create monuments for them, like surviving figurines of centuries past. I cover them
with the sacred and remedial soil of motherland, so tranquility, silence,
instantaneity, and intuition miraculously flow through life.
meaning with the passage of time, like the soil of the land to which we belong. I
create monuments for them, like surviving figurines of centuries past. I cover them
with the sacred and remedial soil of motherland, so tranquility, silence,
instantaneity, and intuition miraculously flow through life.
A Monument to That which Is Forgotten, Bronze with white patina, 60 x 43 x60 cm, 2017
