we create

Do not give too much importance to my craft, there are no particular secrets in mixing different types of sand, glues and colours and I don’t feel like a model nor a teacher of anything; “beauty” is listening to the child within us all.

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A “child” who always loves building sand castles, a child who lives in nature rather than in today’s futurism.

As Van Gogh wrote in a letter to his brother Theo: “…always continue walking a lot and loving nature, for that’s the real way to learn to understand art better and better.”

More than ever, I feel just like a piece of driftwood, floating on its journey from a stream to a torrent, from a torrent to a river, from a river to the sea. Life’s journey is endless and is always full of doubt.

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Just as each floating thing is bashed and changed by the water, we too are always transforming, we go through the strangest of shapes and we become more rounded.

Like a piece of driftwood I feel transported by waters first calm then agitated, until I drift onto the shores of beaches and boulders where everything is still floating;…final work of bonding or non-dangerous dissolution, of necessary beauty from which we live…. our dream, if we do not want it to be a nightmare.

“We are made of the same stuff of which dreams are made of” this one wass stolen from William Shakespeare