Fiducia – Trust

We stand in the warm afternoon sun on a green meadow under olive trees. The only sound is the light tapping of hammers on chisels on marble. Thoughts wander, self-reflection.

Craftsmanship, focus.

We are in Italy. Impressions from Florence and the Tuscan countryside. Surrounded by art. I feel a sense of intimacy with my stone, with “working on it.”

Thinking nothing.

My body takes on a life of its own.

While working, I had the feeling that stone carving suited me well. My abundant energy—sometimes joyful, sometimes angry, sometimes aggressive—becomes completely focused, brought together in one point with hammer blows and chisels.