Vinz Beschi Italy Sculpture

For about six years I have felt the need to free myself from digital screens to throw myself into the "digital" way ... of the fingers that manipulate matter.
The material offered itself spontaneously, it was there waiting for me. I already knew it because it was often used to make animated films with children but this time it presented itself in a new dimension, in addition to that of play, of the pleasure of manipulation and the magic of animation, that of the loss of time and conquest of a totally free space.
 
I like to imagine an idea that swirls in the brain to become a clay.
The image starts from an idea and then develops gradually over time until it reaches the point where I feel that I have nothing more to add. Space is saturated,
 
Faces, butterflies, fish, flowers, roots, eyes, moons, wheels, funnels, filaments, connectors, connections, ...
 
I intervene on the skin with a small scalpel to fill it with very small holes. Need to make it breathe. On the faces I intervene with the scalpel making cuts, holes, without anyone suffering.
 
At least it seems so.
 
And then many dots, many bubbles that fill spaces, sometimes free, sometimes closed and compressed.
 
I'm in no hurry to finish. Dot by dot, line by line, everything is connected, linked inside but also with the outside.
 
I like the precariousness of the image. It takes very little to destroy it. It is fragile in its too softness. Once finished, it must be protected immediately. Put under glass. Heat is a terrible enemy. The clay could melt all over. Or in part. But even during its realization I have to move with particular attention so as not to crush what is already done. Dust settles, hair and lint find a welcoming surface.