1 – 6 won and I’d played 3 € on 3 – 7 couplé, which could have, but didn’t win, so I lost 3 euros.
Never mind, next time’s better. Luck.
The Titan Shelomo Selinger
Shelomo Selinger lives in Paris.
A visit with Shelomo Selinger never leaves you indifferent. There are always new sculptures to discover, new light shining both from within these sculptures and from without, the sky that is today blue like an ocean on a sunny day.
The Titan I call him for he reminds of Michelangelo Buonarotti when he sculpted his slaves.
Shelomo steps out from behind his latest “discovery” whose name he hasn’t found yet, but it is hope and the woman you would love to embrace, both mother and lover, tender and loving.
Shelomo is bare-chested and covered by sweat. His mallet and chisels are in a bucket, yet he wanders around his creation wondering when he should stop. The moment when the figures inside his wooden sculpture come alive. Alive they are already and the small finishing touches will probably occur before his departure to Israel, in a week.
The sculpture will then rest in his atelier, waiting for his return, when the final polish will turn it into the goddess of faith, truth, love and generosity. Or so we hope.