Molding a section of the sculpture of a tire, then push on as far as Oka, accepting to see a cheese and digging the eyes that are needed. Going all year, without thinking about it, until the day the idea suddenly occurs to gnaw in the point at an endless forest. Finally, drawing a bronze from the kneaded plaster, and seeing the bust of a radian scenery, coiled in a rubber imprint, appear. An idea is nothing until it has been deserted by an object.

Gilles Mihalcean, 1998


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