Hands always have to touch the stone. Its color and crystals contain a mystery and harmony I try to hold on to. The memory of an image materializes itself. Everything I knew has flown away; all but this image that looms up as a diaphanous truth. Hands touch the stone to see and like a piano tuner tunes its chords the stone resounds the form.

I  make my art in my studio in Pietrasanta, in the marble and sculpture center of Italy.

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1 comment
  1. Nicole Dudu said:

    Bonjour bonjour, je viens de voir ton site, tes sculptures,BRAVO tu es grande. Il y a beaucoup d’énergie dans tes sculptures. J’attends de tes nouvelles lorsque tu rentre. J t’embrasse. Nicole

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