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Wire and metal recycled Sculpture Mummy

Upcycling sculpture called "Mummy"

Wire and metal recycled Sculpture Mummy

 

Upcycling sculpture made of recycled materials: various wires, various cables of different colors, pieces of piping, various pieces of metal.

Length: 10 cm

Width: 25 cm

Height: 22 cm

 

Shreds and steel.

A desert of red stones eroded from the whip of his breath. A porous bone field.  The mechanical lament of a mummy is muted, as dying as the dried earth.  It collapses, disperses itself to the four winds, in these cities loosened by too much space. Gray, orange, red masses, in a rosary, escape from the stones.

 

Wild wire 2 web

Sculpture from recycled materials "Wild Wire"

 

 

Wild wire 2 web

Sculpture made of recycled materials, made by assembling various wires, various cables of different colors, springs, a scraper, screws, parts of a video recorder, and various pieces of metal.

Length: 34 cm

Width: 28 cm

Height: 22 cm

Of jaw and claws. He is the mordant of the instant, the obcession of the no, which is brandished to be, perhaps not. Not to be as empty as the ice and the instable of its heat. The fire of the shooting in space without moments. Escape time, taper the canvases of the slow tomorrow. Who does not come, who only cries to the glory of the volatile lovers. The spark and its shadow.

Upcycling sculpture Runner

Upcycling sculpture Runner

Upcycling sculpture Runner

Here is "The Runner", upcycling sculpture realized from the assembly of various wires, various cables of different colors, a screw, the metal part of a lighter, and various pieces of metal, all coming from collections in the street.

Length: 28 cm

Width: 10 cm

Height: 18 cm

 

There are some who run after a dream and flee from reality. There are some who run after their solitude, in order to forget from where they come. The way, or the destination, seems. Should we always see a meaning in it? The run forward at the approach of the emptiness robs us a little more substance.

The runner treads this planet before the ground crumbles, and in this march or dash without a possible backward view, he is impregnated with the illusion of a world ignoring itself.