A half is two equal or corresponding separate parts.
We could be split in half: Outside (eyes, ears, legs, arms, buttocks...) and Inside (lungs, testicles...). Almost perfection.
Two symmetrical halves makes something stronger, a nucleus, a whole, a family.
Connecting duality and opposites drives my work. Interiors and exteriors, darkness and light.
The truth in contradiction.
Then I had twin sons. They are identical. Divided.
And now after having casted three parts of me (face/arm/leg), I’m writing this at the side of my mother in the hospital lying in bed unable to move half of her face, her right hand, and her right leg.
“...questo è il bene dell'essere dimezzato: il capire d'ogni persona e cosa al mondo la pena che ognuno e ognuna ha per la propria incompletezza.”
Italo Calvino, Il Visconte Dimezzato.
"... this is the good of being halved: the understanding of every person and thing in the world the punishment that each and every one has for his own incompleteness."
Italo Calvino, The Cloven Viscount.
Courtesy of the artist and The National Exemplar, NY
Photos by Cary Whittier