Republica

My Evohippus is not a static sculpture, but a being in motion. It breathes imagination and carries within it a promise of beauty that never ceases to transform. Wherever the horse comes to rest, it listens to the breath of the place: the streets, the scents, the people, their rhythms and their stories. Those influences settle into its skin, color its lines, and thus it mutates again and again into a new guise of beauty.

It is not my hand that makes this horse grow, but the world itself. Every city, every landscape, every unexpected encounter adds something to its soul. It becomes a mirror of the society where it temporarily dwells – and at the same time a messenger of hope, fantasy, and connection.

Whoever sees the Evohippus, whoever is touched by its presence, becomes an ambassador without even knowing it. Not a diplomat with a title, but a bearer of a positive message. For this horse cannot cross the world on its own. It needs nomads who are willing to carry it further, to let it travel on, to plant new flags.

Thus, from a single traveling horse, an expanding realm of imagination arises. But at its core it always remains the same Evohippus: a symbol of beauty that grows, mutates, and connects the world with gentle strength.