Sculptures in marble, alabaster, onyx, sodalite, granite, ...

It truely amazes to discover what can be hidden in what might just seem to be, or ever was, a random piece of Mother Earth, stored somewhere below (for whatever purpose), and then emerges, meets daylight. Mine first. Then that of others; now yours too.

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Thinking black-and-white, I love shapes. Nonetheless, I fancy colours just as much, especially the whimsical, the contrasting ones, in all their 'coincidental' capriciousnesses. When I can make all such features dare compete in one single piece, then I am satisfied. Not exactly true; I find my satisfaction only when the result can challenge the eye, the senses. Should it be otherwise? Less complicated?

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