The Accumulation of Disappearances

Every morning begins with the removal of excess. In the studio at Veyran, the first light slants low across the quarry block, exaggerating every chisel mark and fissure. We do not impose form upon the stone; we excavate the stillness that was already trapped inside it. Sculpture is not an act of addition or ornamentation; it is a prolonged, tactile negotiation with reduction. When twenty kilograms of stone turn to pale dust on the floorboards, what remains is not simply smaller—it possesses an uncanny gravity. It occupies the room with deliberate silence.