Between metaphor of the construction of a personality and creation.

Everything starts from a spine, the essence to explore.

It may seem fragile, but here lies perhaps the "beauty of the gesture", in the attempt, it is not the result alone that counts, it is not the destination, but the journey itself that matters.

And sometimes it's an accident: two days before the opening, when I thought I was done. I wanted to go further, to tend towards the outside to come out of this alcove, and there for one more cleat, it is a great cracking that I hear, so I have to maintain its structure, accept that a part falls, to get up and leave again.