I go where he goes, I have to Sculpture

If Thought makes a leap into the Inconceivable. We never lose the founded suspect that there’s more out there than meets the eye. And to gather around art could reveal the need to glimpse at the shape of what we do not know. After all we never stop wondering about the big issues. And what are the big issues? Life, death. That’s why we go in search of art: the yearning is to extract the essential. I had to face reality: the work of art is mine neither before, when it gives me no respite to take shape; not during, when the intent shatters the initial project; not after, when I have to be the intermediary between the work and the rest of the world. Thus, it becomes even clearer the equal merit of the one who was able to make it, and the ones who are able to see it. “There is social art, mystic art, decorative art, conceptual art…” explained to me a critic on a smoky night. It is monopolistic my attempt to prove that art can only be spiritual. Many travels in Orient and Middle Orient: China, India, Tibet, Malaysia, Singapore, Syria, Jordan, Yemen, Egypt