It’s the daemon of the emotions that inspires, in a movement of ex-motion, pulling out the feelings’ core.

Inspiration is an unconscious process. The emotion sprouts, like a glitch in reality, starts carving out the emotion and the hands are movingly accordingly, carving in the feeling on the matter.

Some of us are led by emotions, others dominated or even enslaved.

Paper, sands, marble, they need to bend to enhance emotions, not the other way around. The result is imperfect, we belong to a species exposed to the defect by nature: an imperfect art for imperfect beings.