in 1988 i lived for 4 months on a beach on naxos..
i heard of a greek painter who lived somewhere in the rocky hinterland, in a cave, painting only rocks and stones.
so i went looking for him, started walking there and i found him. he offered me a tea and we had a nice conversation. he made me a drawing and i gave him one of these small sculptures i made at the time, bending iron wire i found on the road.
when i went home, hitchhiking, i made a stop in münchen to visit a friend who studied at the artacademy and i watched him making a sculpture in the garden of the academy, by placing four cobblestones in a square and pouring molten lead in between.
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