Jaime de Córdoba
We come to sculpture as a way of life in a mysterious way and at the same time in a natural way. The surprise is that in the middle of the 21st century this decision still exists when stone and iron have definitively lost their marriage. The thinking hand of our paleo and neolithic origin, and I say mysterious because we have already touched thousands of hours of those polymers derived from the oil called plastics and so few with iron and stone.
But it is not only a technical and evolutionary decision of resistance, it is a neo-romantic or post-antique decision. So there is a need for imprinting and memory as a vital decision and, I understand and I remember then the famous words of Wordsworth: “Though nothing can bring back the hour / Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower”.
There always remains the importance of the memory, vital, the splendor of the footprint.