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.
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.
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
sculptor - painter