I must admit that the charm and the anxiety that I felt towards plastics characterized my whole course of study. Firstly at the Arts School in Algeri, then, when I decided to attend the Academy of Fine Arts, I fought for the establishment of the Faculty of Sculpture and I managed it. (The Academy of Fine Arts of Algeri didn’t offer the teaching of Sculpture). In the first year I was the only student followed by a polish teacher, in the second year, we were four students and afterwards we became a quite solid and active group. We worked hard, we could model and learn the chalk moulding and bronze fusion techniques. We had qualified teachers but I felt that it wasn’t enough. I was lacking in something but I didn’t know what it was. Then I won a bursarship so I went to Carrara, where, for the first time, I got to know the marble.


The marble gave me what I had looked for: it involved me physically and emotionally. It transformed my ideas, which were limited to clay, it translated my feelings into substance and it revealed me its secrets, making me suffer. I learned how to love and respect the marble, although I was afraid of it. I learned how to follow its nature in order to make the most of it.


I still approach the marble with this sense of religiousness, when I choose it and when I cut it. When the figure develops, there is a kind of bond between us that leads me to the completion of the Work and... further.