Why the plaster?
Because it is a primal material, burnt to death until it is usable.
In medicine, plaster is used as a stabiliser in the form of a plaster cast, with which affected limbs or joints are wrapped with moist plaster bandages for immobilisation and stabilisation, which then harden within minutes and can be fully loaded after around twelve hours. So there is something contradictory in plaster. Fragile and brittle, it is nevertheless capable of providing stability.

Plaster is pure white.
The positive representation of form.
The surface that I like to scratch, saw and scrape in order to carve out.
So I stay in the white, I don’t want any arbitrary reversal.
Because I don’t think in the negative.
Because nothing else is the later bronze that emerges from the white, the moulding material, a dark cast.

The plaster remains my crutch.