Passages

There are moments when creation does not proceed by chapters, but by seasons.

They do not arise from a unified project, nor from a declared desire for change. They arrive when something, inside, shifts.

The works that follow do not tell a linear story. They are crossings. Each sculpture marks a passage, a different way of being in the world, of looking, of resisting, of choosing.

Psyche, Don Quichotte, The Archer, Dance, Maternity, The Coq de Beppe, Sophie, Bamboo are not ordered stages, but moments of truth.

In each of them, creation changes posture, as happens with the seasons: without announcement, without return.