In the apparent void, created by the tumult that surrounds it, created by the tumult that inhabits it, is the individual.
The arena is the circus where our internal battles are played out until we let go, until deliverance.
Sons sens resides both in the expressed form which occupies the space, but also in the vacuum created by the form. The human being is defined by what he is, that is to say in relation to those around him, but also with that which surrounds him.
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Drawing N ° 8/8 from the Chapon foundry