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Bart Somers

A plate of iron, flat as a coin, is lying for my hydraulic press and my cutting torch. Just like the empty white canvas of the painter or the empty sheet of paper of a writer.

I light the cutting torch and my fantasy is transcending to reality. Patiently I work towards the final result. I mold with the forging hammer and paint with my cutting torch. It is pure love for the material.

Good to see how iron can get in organic shapes. The softness of a horses nose for example. If you touch the bottoms of my zebra, you can feel the roundness of sturdy bottoms.

At the end of the day, the form wins from the iron. My energy, my blood, the sweat and tears have become the sculpture.

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