Almuth Tebbenhoff VPRSS
One part of my story about sculpture making is to soften a hard and resistant material, to create a flow of energy with it and through it. Whatever material I sculpt with, that intention is driving from the back of my mind. The other part is to understand why I am here. This involves me working deeply into whichever material I'm using to build models of my temporary states of being. Strangely though it's not just about me anymore, I have shrunk to a minuscule part of the incomprehensively large universe. While I wait to understand what it's all about I invite friends and fellow humans to enjoy the outcomes of my labours.
I build cages for feelings that cannot contain, but buckle under the strain of trying to contain. I think that's funny because it is also impossible and futile. I burn holes in paper and hollow out lumps of clay and stone. Then I use the ash and the dust.