“Ever since, As a trace of life, Seeking and meeting the very least, I move forward into the consciousness of both strength and fragiity of germination.
Between and with wood, metal and always glass. Creating gatherings, broadcasting the present weather, of both former and present times, to slowly, Exist.
As a graft, I bring light to those sacred places through breakage. I provide the brainwave of hint of peace and why not of joy with this often worn down, abandoned material.
Touching as simply as possible our intimate space, our life histories of Man standing on a clay ground.
