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.
Visit my website at www.KarinvanOmmeren.com