“Birds fly and perch. Their feathers give them the ability to fly and to migrate. The words I incorporate to create my sculptures are like the wings that enable me to express a sense of liberation. My beloved late father’s fanatic love for poetry and later my philosopher and poet friend played a tremendous role in the shaping of my work. Awaiting his migration to the next world, my father would often communicate through poetic verses. My father’s final breaths had become shared poetry.
The breath of poetry has become for me a language of form, of distortion and revelation suspended between the linguistic and the visual. I transform the sense of these poetries, into a nonsense of shapes and fluxions, but in that nonsense I find a further sense. The breath of not just my father, but all of us who strive to reach each other in the inherited forms of culture, of sound and shape.”