Love can be expressed with a caress. Fury can be revealed in a collision. 
Man is a constant observer. In nature any contact between objects or people has its  impact on us. We feel grief or sympathy, tenderness or indifference. When alone for long time - longer than our internal necessary for being alone, we feel desire to be "touched" with warm hand or plain words.
           There are days in which we long for to escape. We don’t want to be reached by the street noise or occasional passers-by, nor by our  dearest people. 
           I want these special frames of mind, in the very moment of touching, to be felt through my sculptures. The way we touch something beautiful, something dear or something ugly and unpleasant... This provokes different sensations. Unique ones, like the first kiss or the surprise with an expensive gift.
People, in that short touching moment, change, each one with their own feelings and reactions. So handshaking is a way to understand what person stays against us. Falling down or being hit brings another sensation - makes us knit brows. What do we feel when a mother hits her child, or when the wind shakes bloomy tree branches, or glasses clink on toast? Things are lifeless at first sight. However, they might be projections of human relations. When one of them is cold or hot, the interaction is visible. What happens when we touch a piece of straw... When we touch a piece of straw with a match... many pieces of straw...
Things, especially the old ones, have the character of those who used them printed in their essence. The two benches are silently whispering to each other just like the people who used to sit on them.
     The old chair has photographed one whole life – of the person who has owned it. We can see the owner himself, and all the people who have rested in it. The chair is a little worn out, but still "standing."
     The ball, tumbled down to the table with the curved legs, is telling the story about where it comes from... and is listening to what people are excited about, laughing at and arguing about, while people are having a bite.
     The pier is sheltering fishermen sitting shoulder to shoulder and waiting for their catch, lovers touching hands and lips, old boats finished their course of life .
    The mountain is striving to touch the sun just as each one of us has reached hands to something difficult to achieve.
    Two foxes’ noses are touching. Bright orange, with the specific animal odour of their species.
          Touching strenghtens the words of consolation. It says more than them. It surprises. It can cause pain and hostility. When alone, we feels necessity to be "touched" with warm hand or plain words.