I’m at the Florence Academy of Arts, taking an Ecorché course. Standing in front of those skeleton and muscle studies is really humbling. It’s giving me a quiet sense of awe and a thrill of excitement at the prospect of figuring out the body’s inner workings.
There’s something truly magical about seeing sculpture come alive in the landscape. As an artist, I’ve always believed that bronze carries a certain breath—something elemental, ancient, and powerful. And when those forms are placed in nature, surrounded by rustling leaves and shifting light, they seem to exhale their own stories. Recently, I had the privilege
