After construction comes stripping away. The fish ceases to be recognised as a fish. What remains is its rhythm. Its internal balance.
I work without anecdote or excess. Each curve exists because no alternative is possible. The sculpture does not explain; it asserts. It does not represent. It sustains itself.
At this point I enter into dialogue with Brancusi, Hepworth and Isamu Noguchi.

Reduction has reached its limit. What follows will not be order, but rupture.