A.N.G.E was born out of the necessity to construct my own mythology in the work FAITH, something which plays its role in my body based work as a whole; an implement for reflexion, expression, evolution, and redemption.
Its almost corporeal presence is imposing and yet disembodied; it is a symbolic body::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
' Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels' hierarchies?
and even if one of them pressed me suddenly against his heart:
I would be consumed in that overwhelming existence.
For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror, which we are still just able to
endure, and we are so awed because it serenely disdains to annihilate us.
Every angel is terrifying.
And so I hold myself back and swallow the call-note of my dark sobbing. [... ]
First Duino elegie, R.Rilke.