On the threshold between sleep and wakefulness, I saw this image. Night is the perfect time for ideas to be born. Jumping out of bed, I hurried to capture the vision in my notes. This habit is my way of fighting the fear of forgetting, although, truthfully, I almost never forget ideas that come to me before sleep. What did this image mean then, at that moment of illumination? Now I can no longer say with certainty; perhaps its meaning has slipped away from me. It appeared suddenly, as if out of nowhere. But what does it mean to me now? Now, looking at it, I see unity, a strong connection, a sense of cohesion and inseparable support. We are part of something greater than ourselves, and that "greater" is an inseparable part of us. It is as if I snatched a fragment from a vast network of nerves and interconnections woven into one.

Black clay | 23×23×23 cm | 2024