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Gazechaser, 2026
Steel tubing, styrofoam, PLA, nylon rope, MDF
On schooldays, the foothold of the Birdlady filled a specific niche in my life. It was a place of departure, or rather place of awaiting, which usually comes with its own set of rules and intimacy. The daily commute was provided by my grandfather after he finished working at the nearby affiliate factory swimming pool. His occupational placement changed constantly, mostly according to weather and season. Swimming pool meant the end of the yearly cycle, the end of planning. When I think about it, I don’t ever recall seeing the area outside of summertime, until I started to date a girl that lives nearby. I’m quite suspicious that the exposure to the Birdlady shaped my archetype of sculpture as a medium – even though I don’t remember trying to decipher its meaning or observe it closely. The reason behind my avoidant gaze may have laid in its reciprocity and that its surroundings weren’t very welcoming for a prolonged venture.
