During the Covid-19 self-isolation, I was able to let my thoughts wander.
For me personally this works best while putting my hands to work.
My thoughts where with all those families who suddenly
had to do it together, pure out of necessity.
That created a bond and also uncomfortable contradictions.
Using my hands I saw both consequences being pulled out from the clay into
one single statue.
When it was finished, I felt the fragility of the soft clay, shakily held together by some braided iron wire.
This constitution changed radically in the bronze
foundry.
My tender work was cut into pieces and poured out in a red-hot stream at a
temperature of almost twelve hundred degrees Celsius.
After it cooled down, the families stood there as stable pillars of joint intransigence, including doubts and insecurities
embedded in their body language.
We are all individuals ‘One’ and we don’t function on our own: ‘The Ones’.