Graceful images, clutter and dust.

A constant fear that one misstep or swing of the arm will cause a transcendent form to topple to the ground and be lost forever. A small price to pay for never before seen creation; to experience the emotional and physical highs and lows; to hear and feel chisel and hammer; to reveal passion, pain and imagination in cold carved stone.

L’Atelier Brancusi, Place Georges Pompidou, 75004 Paris