My work, to me is every minute.
For a month, the Elephant stays with me all the time. I moved it from my studio to the long corridor outside, but still the space feels cramped from the mass of its huge body. By day, it bathes in the changing illumination of sun and shadow. Sometimes, the Elephant emits a glimmer of light in the dark, as ever, pregnant with meaning… I very carefully squeeze through the little gap beside it now and then, not daring to disturb those meanings that are filled with unrealised inspiration. The Elephant is confined in that narrow space, but its gaze is directed, and for this reason, it has acquired a mysterious expression. I often pop my head out the first floor window to look at it. I sense its meaningful thoughts transported somewhere else, and the Elephant and I are on our way. Every day, as I look at those secluded woods outside the compound wall, I can imagine that the Elephant carries its meanings to a deep place within, leaving only its appearance here to await the dawn. And I do not know whether I will be able to reach the thoughts in time before the Elephant disappears.
The silence of sculpture is always a gradual inspiration. It is the nexus of all kinds of limitations. We must try to understand limitations. Limitation is the opposite of freedom, but it is the path to freedom. We can feel intensive love in a flickering second just like we can feel instant sharp pain, but it takes much longer to spell the feeling out. With hope, it is a similar thing. The feelings of love and hope can disappear. However the work that expresses those feelings will not, at least for a while.
The body of Animal is full of the feeling of pain, the pain that we have tried to get rid of, and almost forgotten.
Our sense of existence is something that is forced to conform time and again. We are a container which is constantly filled up with memories that leak away. We play out only the small, necessary part, while saving and covering up that which lies deeper down, or just let the rest become lost. This summer is blessed with the flash of lightning and with rainbows, although the days have been dark. I miss the time of carefree,