Manutea
A sacred bird has lit on her body.
Rooted in the earth, crippled with illusions, she would not have been able to take flight.
Matter ensnared and detained her. How to free herself? Tell me, bird, how?
Sing for me, my beauty, and I will take you to the highest summits.
And the beauty sang. Her voice rose, penetrated the bird, engulfed his heart with an imperceptible residue. Then, he flapped his wings and she extended her hand.
Liberate your soul from its gravity, I shall lead you to the heavens.
And it was thus that from matter, the beautiful woman detached herself and was but a flutter, a thought, a comma in time, made woman, made flesh.

Bronze 37 X 20 cm