She divides into two: a body that is attached to the ground and a soul wishing to go free, as if she wanted to through herself somewhere. Due to her dynamic structure, she turns nearly any action performed on her by the viewer into a reaction. It is a unique and interpretable event. She is alive, she breathes. If you listen well, she is even speaking. Whenever I see her, I am tempted to approach her; it is as if she gives herself up to me; she pulsates. Actually, she is the heart itself, red from within: the red is exactly blood. From the outside, she is cold and heavy. The colour of her body changes with the angle of environmental lighting. Her size is well thought of: not so huge as to prevent her from being understood and not so small either as to make her seem miserable. Her place is a bit small for her, yet I think she is well grounded in the ‘yard of the House of Artists’. Experience her, try to move her once you stood in front of her and then tell her: ‘Be calm’ and touch her. She makes me visit the House of Artists more often.
And there are other things as well which better remain between me and her…
