I am a metal bender.

From the first day I worked as a welder, I knew there was art in it. The way the metal melts, the way the arc flows, the way my welds got better week after week. I even took photos of ordinary welds, because to me they were already beautiful. It still amazes me that something so hard can be handled so softly. And it is not only me shaping it: the material speaks, I listen, and my hands fall into a flow.

My sculptures are made by hand, slowly, and with everything I have. Into them go the boredom, the pain and the hard times, and the passion that gets me through them. Burned fingers and wrists aching from the angle grinder are part of it. This is what I will do for the rest of my life. I want to learn metal until I become metal.