Form 1 | #3
Marble (Italy, Carrara)
26’’× 12’’× 10’’
2024
26’’× 12’’× 10’’
2024
They say every creation reflects its creator. In sculpture, that feels especially true. A sculptor gives shape to a feeling, a thought, a side of themselves. The artwork begins to make sense once you get to know the person behind it. Sometimes you don’t even need to know much — just look into their eyes.
The community of sculptors is intimate, though we rarely speak. We don’t need to. We see each other’s work and how it’s made. That’s enough. I’ve been told this sculpture feels like me. Whether it does or doesn’t is not for me to say.
All I can do is share a small story — to offer a glimpse into the life of its creator. There’s an old photo of my parents on their wedding day. They’re both beautiful and far too young. My mother stands in a simple white dress, holding a bouquet of calla lilies at her waist.
You can’t see it in the photo, but I’m right there behind the flowers, six months from being born.
The piece was never meant to resemble a lily. It wasn’t meant to be anything at all. What you see is simply what emerged when I pushed a diamond blade into the stone.
The community of sculptors is intimate, though we rarely speak. We don’t need to. We see each other’s work and how it’s made. That’s enough. I’ve been told this sculpture feels like me. Whether it does or doesn’t is not for me to say.
All I can do is share a small story — to offer a glimpse into the life of its creator. There’s an old photo of my parents on their wedding day. They’re both beautiful and far too young. My mother stands in a simple white dress, holding a bouquet of calla lilies at her waist.
You can’t see it in the photo, but I’m right there behind the flowers, six months from being born.
The piece was never meant to resemble a lily. It wasn’t meant to be anything at all. What you see is simply what emerged when I pushed a diamond blade into the stone.
