I create each sculpture with my heart.

My raw material is emotion, pain and joy, love, impossible dreams and terrible suffering.

My medium is clay. Energy, tenderness, struggle and bliss flow from my hands to model it.

    A pressure of the thumb, the cut of a tool, and the first line appears.

I let water drops fall on the piece. Their journey is smooth, dripping from a shoulder to the hips, rolling down to die at the feet.

The light bounces off the surface, the shadow becomes the curve’s secret.

Round, sharp, deep; little by little the shape emerges. I cast the finished piece in stone or bronze, to give it strength, texture and color.

    Now the story is told, my work is ready to be seen, to be touched.

My sculptures are voluptuous, please caress them.

Their lines are smooth and strong.

Like women they need to be loved.

    They have emotions, listen to them.

They speak of the fight to become who we are, the dream for a world of harmony, the beauty of being alive, of being a woman, a human.

They tell our story.

                                                                                                                                                                                   

                                                                                                                                                                    Fabienne Bismuth