I was always fascinated by the arrogant survival skills
of objects. They enclose time, history and human lives into
themselves.
A used pair of Egyptian slippers makes the continuity of
culture more perceptible to me than the sculptured images of
the pharaohs. The incompleteness of reality affects me more
than the created vision of it. The part that carries the “whole” excites
me more than the “whole” itself.
People from the past smile at us from old photographs. Nobody
remembers them anymore. A meaningless object, a picture – an
impression of an instant in their lives – is the only
heartbreaking evidence of their existence. A man dies, becomes
nothing, while a pair of spectacles left on the table, a lighter
on a shelf, persist as silent guards of intimate human moments.
Indifferent survivors.
In my work I turn living human bodies into “objects”,
a future document of their present lives. But these objects
are still different from the mortal remains in peat, ice or
preservatives. Besides keeping the personal, physical dimensions,
I form them into sculptures to express human feelings of universal
validity. I make them from glass, a material that is fragile,
just like man, and strong as mankind. |