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                Holocaust is not my personal nightmare, but my condition as intellectual and creator requires the involvement, because I can not be indifferent or spectator in the face of death and genocide.
               This work is in fact a lamentation of solitary and solidarity. Focusing individuality, dates and fates were, initially, each wore a latent vector destiny clear, natural and normal for a possible perfection and fulfillment.
                Fraternal compassion originates in my personal history through the people I met and near I grew up, survivors of Auschwitz; is perhaps the answer to the naïve question the child I was I put it to them: Why write a number on your hand?
                Number it’s spring started this work.
                The symbol used as artistic approach in this sculpture is that of the box, the box as shelter.
                The object created, captured a story that recounted, something that once were cries and tears in materializes.
                Like stones that are placed on graves, the sculpture marks a territory of pain and contains in it, as a sounding board moves, a chorus of sounds waiting to be awakened to life. Instead of signs placed on resting place, I send my mark in the world - to protect and enhance memory of oblivion!
                It is said that Jew people would have suffering vocation,but  I think, they had first of all, the mission to survive.
                After the Holocaust nothing has been and will no be the same. History has demonstrated.The present it does.
                My artistic gesture, my presence here is a "hand on the shoulder", a voice joins a chorus of whispers symbolic grieving, a body that mark the territory of pain, of solidarity and humanity.​