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I bit into a melon and thought it looked like a landform.
Later on, I discovered this artist's collected carving and
felt quite satisfied. His written work is also worth a look:
So I carve landscapes out of books and I paint romantic landscapes. Mountains of disused knowledge return to what they really are: mountains. They erode a bit more and they become hills. Then they flatten and become fields where apparently nothing is happening. Piles of obsolete encyclopedias return to that which does not need to say anything, that which simply IS. Fogs and clouds erase everything we know, everything we think we are.After 30 years of practice, the only thing I still wish my art to do is this: to project us into this thick “cloud of unknowing.”