拍品专文
A work on plaster that has to be seen in real life, chosen by me but loved by both, containing a space that is as intimate as it is intriguing. A work full of poetry, through a composition in various layers, that allows glimpses of a boat (the journey), a house (refuge), the moon (the infinite). Burnt paper and a little piece of blue plastic complete it, as in a child's game. Or the game of an adult with the ability to see things with the amazement and immediacy of a child.