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Then,
travelling in France, I took a picture of a herd
of ostriches and this photo for different reasons,
rational and irrational (I felt very embarassed
by this impression) made me think, at least plastically,
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So
I started making ostriches, first in clay and then
in bronze.
And may be to try to get over this guilty feeling
I called them.
"The Great International Powerless"
(see
the ostriches)
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