In Greece, in the island of Aegina in the south of Athens.
The title gives the princip.
Speaking about ecologic stuff and sculpture free from
art history, apart maybe pauvere art.
Also the artistic gesture is guided by the feeling of freedom
one’s get when one dont have nil more to lose.
It’s like a game, a very serious game.
A derisory game, a tragic game.
And as well, a welfare, happiness, sunshine game.
Actually mostly a kind of tragic laugh.
So, I use material I hunt for on the beach.
As a matter of fact, one’s found mostly plastic, everywhere.
Nearly more plastic than sand, which is so, so sad, and makes such
a contrast with the beauty of the landscape.
It’s a constant emotional lift.
The heart swings between antagonistic feelings.
Most often makes me nauseous, wana sob and scream.
Both feelings are very strong, the noseous and the wonder.