This sculpture was born with no specific intention, other than to return to the human body, which I hadn't tackled for a long time. Originally, a colleague had suggested I work on a subject close to Rodin's The Thinker, or a figure in meditation. Rather than imitate, I wanted to imagine a woman - a figure of reflection looking to the future.
What future for a woman today, in a world where collapse is more likely than promise? I've chosen an intimate moment: that of a woman silently caressing her belly. She carries life, she carries doubt. All around her, the world wavers - the sofa she's sitting on seems to be falling apart. But her eyes light up. A smile is born.
The sculpture does not represent a certainty. It embodies a promise. A fragile but profound balance between the anxiety of the present and faith in what's to come. I'll end with that of a mother-to-be.
