Working with “Alice in Wonderland”, I felt those descents
into endless holes in the ground, perhaps hidden places,
away from the light. In an instant, everything started to
belong to the realm of doubt. My first pieces in wood began
to emerge from that experience.
I wanted to talk about abundance, but suddenly knew that I
was actually talking about what is not there, the void, and
I found myself again making bowls, hollows filled with
nothing or almost nothing. Since then, I kept on looking for
hidden places, old hiding places, crevices, containers of
many things and of nothing at the same time, inhabited by
silent presences. Now I invent them, construct them, give
them voice. I rescue objects and materials that were on the
way to oblivion and return to communicate a minimal story.
I realized that we constantly play with the destiny of things,
and with our own. Soon after we are born we understand
that what we know and love unconditionally, can disappear
and immediately reappear again and again. A deep peace
invades us. Years go by and one day we know for the first
time that something that was is not going to be any more.