Author: Damià Rabis Caubet (see our podcast with him)
Art is a round-trip journey with no other goal than the act of walking itself. It is a journey in which we leave a deep imprint of life, carrying feelings, memories, and fantasies that gradually take shape and color, transforming into witnesses to a moment that has earned the right to be eternal.
Beyond any evolutionary process, creating sculpture is sitting around the fire, alongside the cave man, and mixing earth, fat, and pigments to turn the mortar into an idol. Everything else is incidental. The sculptor—myself—is nothing but the evolved descendant of the one who, more than twenty thousand years ago, carved the curves of the Venus of Willendorf into limestone, to hold in his hands and before his eyes the physical representation of a symbol; to make available to others the image of an object within which life beats, with the heartbeats of matter made flesh and soul.
Sculpture, as I experience it, is a way of being. It is the dance of the most ancient of men and their symbols around the fire of life.
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