ursula, bert & bennie

In the spirit of Dadaïsme, where reason dissolves and play becomes revolt, my big massive horses are born. They become toys magnified into myth—creatures without weight, yet heavy with imagination. Like fragments of a forgotten childhood, they resist function, they mock permanence, they celebrate the absurd. My Evohippus is a sculpture of metamorphosis: where marble can laugh, where mosaic can dance, where gold can pretend to be nothing more than a game. Here, the toy is no longer innocent; it is a key to freedom, a reminder that art begins where order ends.