My mud sculptures are a backlash upon sculptural traditions. Since the dawn of man, human passions were immortalised and glorified within this traditions using expensive and durable materials. I make this sculptures from the dirt I dig away, this bas-relief is therefore tragically short lived (but often survives for a year). After a while nature reclaims it, as plant life, rain, sun, and frost tear it apart. This shows a very ambiguous relation between the material and what is represented. The material No longer validates the subject by splendour, but shows our passions as potential flaws and petty in the grand scheme of things. In a way human struggle is partly trivialized here ,as sensations are shown in their temporary, and often petty form.