This head was made from a memory, some years ago. I have long known the importance, for me, of remembering and recuperating the past and so, as soon as I started doing sculpture I had the idea of picking up a head a knew well and ageing it, as in one of those photofits they do for lost people many years later. The poor craftsmanship is a given, this poor man has lost his cheekbones, but then that was a result I intended to a certain extent. The real head has emerged now and I have something to compare although the thought strikes me that the recollection I have of facts and events is also not quite in focus. I have become more proud of my head now (it stands in my dining room!) and will never part with it, not because of the person it represents, but because it represents the person I was and became.
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