• On the mysterious blue planet we call Earth, swarming with a myriad of lives,
    • in days of yore alchemists had carried out the most exciting experiments with virgin soil and sand.
    • The did not dare to whisper even the name of their base material: Prima Materia, Silent Primary Matter.
    • This Prima Materia contains all the germs of existence from poisonous spores to
    • the crystalline perfection of excitingly beautiful forms.
    • From this stardust man builds houses, bridges, dams, and nuclear silos.
    • What can the artist do?
    • He tries to conjure up again this material into its galactic form of existence.
    • For years now I have been using sand and other natural materials.
    • Their colour, structure and the inherent mystique enable them to create pictures of existence.
    • The road I had trodden on was full of curves, partings and precipices.
    • Far from the sticky wriggling of mass creatures, everyone must tread their own way bravely,
    • with unyielding forbearance, often in thin air but with a flaming conviction that
    • the goal one tries to achieve is good and the peak sacred, its eternal shelter is worth the labour.