This was the first time I sculpted stone. I love when the shapes start to show me content. Then I just continue refining it.
The piece of stone (Russian marble) is the same, its just missing material in certain places. In a way, I did not give the shape to it. I merely removed shapes from it. Consequently, the art is in the shape removed, leaving the stone in place. Say, a brick has little value, until labor refines it and brings in to context (a building or a sculpture).
Bringing the content out of the vague formal dynamics of the shape is a very calming process. It finds the meaning of something formerly undefined, and (in a way) gives elements to allow free interpretation. I think that art is something everyone has the right to understand from their own point of view. I love, when a piece of art speaks for itself, without the necessity of someone else’s interpretation.
What kind of emotions and thoughts does it awaken in you?