STILL

Still

As a sculptor, seeing something take shape in your hands is a wonderful feeling. It is a process I have fallen in love with.

But creation is rarely a straight journey from A to B. There are moments of doubt, fear, and dead ends. Sometimes, when you are completely stuck, the only way forward is to destroy.

There is something strangely liberating about destroying a work. At several points in my life, I have made a fire and burned my work. Perhaps it is the force of the fire, or the ritual of watching something disappear, but in that moment, destruction becomes a way of creating space.

Not only on the worktable, but within myself. An empty space where something new can begin.

Still grew from this idea. A work created to be burned.

Each candle burns in its own way. Slowly, the flame transforms the form, and the sculpture becomes something else.

I invite you to light the candle. To let it burn. To let the work change.

And when what once existed is no longer there, perhaps something still remains.

A memory of the form.
A moment.
An experience.

Something that can no longer be touched, but still exists.

Still, within you.