…en die nacht / …and that night
Hidden in tormented ‘mud’ there is a very clear and tidy character. You are trapped in the poetry of life but not to be worried about. This image hit me with a shock. Having just started a working method where I did not allow myself to shape the clay with my fingers; I did not know where or how an image would appear. Suddenly consciousness rises from matter.
32 x 33 x 24 (cm)