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At work |
...the thinking hands...
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Stone sings, shouts, mourns for liberty, so testifying my tremendous respect for all forms of being. |
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...My body language is recognized in my rythm, characteristically waving and sensual, either in a celestial body component, in a head of hair, or in the motion of a wing. |
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My research work involves a quest for innerness : everything springs up from a nucleus, sprouts, vibrates and develops from inner to outer space. |
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Following through to the end of my thought of my intuitions and of my strengths, chipping, starting anew and questioning myself restlessly.
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Sculpturing is giving life to stone : revealing it its own potential moulding...its heart in a tremendous challenge. |