Clarifying
Sculpture was never distant from me. It had always remained the place where creation could happen, even during the years of abstraction.
Abstraction was my first love: a language that gave me freedom, openness, the possibility of research.
At a certain point, however, it was no longer enough. Not because it was wrong, but because it could no longer contain what was maturing inside me.
What followed was not a return to the past, nor a change of style.
It was the attempt to give form to something that was pressing from within: either it was there, or it was not.
In this passage, my hands found their way again. Not through certainty, but through necessity.
I needed to confront something new, something that had deeper roots within me, something that could sustain presence without explanation.
Dessin, 1986
