from: "I wanna be a Sculptor".
These sculptures don't exist,There are only the wood of my collection, I guess forms, monsters, archaic visions.
No glue, nails or wire, only patience and balance. The light then makes all.Soon realizes that the sculptor really is not me, but the weather, water, nature, wind.
July 21, 2012
October 5, 2012
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photography, sculptor, fine art, Sardinia, marcoo ceraglia