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When I approach a large piece of wood, I begin studying its’ lines- the lifelines that grew inside
the tree. I begin following these lines with my pencil and move on to make marks
spontaneously until certain shapes capture my imagination. A story seems to live inside the
wood, and eventually, if I am lucky, it can be invoked. If I take chances and trust my instincts I
am able to make contact with something quite mysterious. When asked to speak about the
pieces afterwards, I find myself lacking words. The images have come forth in another language


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