Psyche

Psyche was created at a moment when abstraction was still my main language, already crossed, however, by a sense of unease.

I was not looking for a recognizable figure, nor for a form meant to tell something precise. I was searching for a presence, an inner tension capable of holding space.

In Psyche, form does not describe, it withholds. It is a body that does not offer itself, that remains closed, as if it were guarding something that could not yet emerge. This sculpture marks a silent passage. Abstraction is no longer an arrival, but a threshold. Not an endpoint, but the beginning of a question that would need time to become clear.

Looking at it today, I recognize in Psyche the moment when creation stops being self-sufficient. The form holds, resists, but begins to ask for something else: a more direct confrontation with the body, with fragility, with exposure.