The plant mingles with water, goes in to a shape of a sculpture, stains with soil and develops into a stone.In this circumstances my hands make a statue abreast of a woman in ancient world.
She shapes the tiny goddess in conception of fertilizing her world and i offended of this mad world and the wounds that man inflicts on earth and himself, make a mass out of soil, water and plant, expanding and shrinking to sing a dirge for mother earth, may the fountain of life is being circulated.
