For Michelangelo, the block of stone was a metaphor for the human condition. The body, the material world, the block, was a vehicle or container for the soul, the captive spirit, the idealized conception of the work of art. The mind and the matter were bound together yet separate.
The noblest human ambition was therefore to free the spirit, to release the captive within. Michelangelo's approach was to conceive of the captive art within the stone, and then to release it by virtue of the hand driven by the divine spirit or intellect.
The introduction of the book |Poems|:
“Michelangelo’s poetry often does not so much carry us along in their flow as stand firmly before us, waiting for our eyes to focus more finely so that the figures may emerge gradually from the solid block”.
It was a special experience. For a while I never understood sculpture, well I wasn’t interested. And discovering Michelangelo’s poetry I’ve dived into a renaissance and sculpture art particularly. Stone as the reflection of an idea of human and an idea of God- it’s all about us, all the sufferings, pain, tragedies-it’s all about our permanent hesitations and alienations. So-called post-abyss. Maybe poetry and “rough stone” can save us?
|Grato m'è ‘l sonno, e più l'esser di sasso,
Mestre che ‘l danno e la vergogna dura;
non veder, non sentir m’è gran ventura: però non mi destar, deh parla basso|
For me a living sculpture as like a body is not a skeleton, it’s stomach, it’s heart, it’s lungs, all this is the machine that makes a sensitive and sentimental presence work. And I wanted to give this sculpture a voice.