The spirit of words exists in my sculptures as an inner voice, as though filling an empty interior space, as a sound playing within it, separate from yet bound to the outward appearance of the work.

Sculpting like writing in heavy words: material mass replaces a mass that has been lost; sculptural materials like letters joined together into a sentence. At times, I feel the weight of bringing the signifier into the world without diminishing the density of the signified. When meaning begins to dissolve, how do I suspend language, allowing the word to adorn itself in layer upon layer without sealing the meaning of the thing, and without provoking the need to declare: here is a boundary, here a thing comes to an end.

There is a moment, for me, when the language stops- a sharp rupture. There, the truth of form begins to establish itself; the weight of mass declares: this is it.

Sometimes it is impossible to see from where you stand, and you must move toward the foreign. In sculpture, too, there is, for me, an unavoidable encounter with the foreign; the thing which demands translation. A material entering a space translates itself anew. Within translation lies the intolerability of loss, yet between the cracks and along the seams of imprecision lies the possibility of re - [the two that allow reopening what was closed (anew, again)][1]

When the self is dense, full, and concentrated, it inevitably struggles against the fullness of the other. Materials operate in the same way: one fullness encounters another. So do people, so do forms, so do words.

The furnace, in which metals melt; the heat through which the molecules of clay bind more tightly as it becomes ceramic; so too a conversation, a process of learning, or the reading of a text can become a furnace. Translation, too, is a furnace. In all of them lies the possibility I am searching for transformation.

Transformation as a crack through which it becomes possible to reach the troubling invisible material, to feel death within life, to speak to the ghost- enter into a relationship with it rather than ignore it or resist it.

[1]  Here i felt a sharp rupture so i turned to the forms that live with/ along the words for help; mybe they enable a new way to mark meaning.