“Feed, grow, let grow every wheat grain, the finest spark of light.
Always find in the tree, from its roots to its top the consciousness of chlorophyll.
With silica, fire and with the hand of man, find the initial joy to be alive. From the breakage to the rib, work to offer to humanity a touch of fossilized Peace, a sculpture.
Humans on earth slowly start to enter in the air of Glass.
Always bring generosity nestled in our genes.
Materialize our thoughts with strength and fragility.
Caress the Light.
Reach the other one, as a unique germ. In Art, one may find resistance, resilience and rebirth.
Be as fair, as true, as respectful as possible in a momentum of freedom and of fraternity.
This is simply what keeps me alive. This is the reason why I achieve with these old tree stumps, those old worn pieces of wood, always assembled with glass, a little bit of me, a little bit of us, in an intense moment of life, remain in the silence.
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