Bruno Walpoth makes intricate human figures from wood, and it's always a treat to watch him create new life out of nothing. For each sculpture, the Italian artist begins by meeting and dealing with models. After these initial steps are completed, the bodies, lines and forms of the mysteriously attractive men and women take shape from the block of wood by means of his hands. They gaze on with indifference, glance around in suspicion, or carry blank stares. I know I've said this probably a hundred times before, but I'm continually amazed at how an artist can create something that's both unsettling and captivating.
Yesterday, just across the street from a coffee shop near the town square, someone caught my attention. A girl, no more than sixteen, though perhaps younger, appeared on the sidewalk with her dog. She wore a beautiful sundress, the kind that sways gently in the late afternoon breeze. She was striking — mixed race, maybe a European father and a Filipina mother — and there was something about her aura, the way she moved, that reminded me of a ballerina from a Degas painting. For a moment, I couldn’t quite place what it was that drew my gaze. I’m forty-six, married, a father of two. It’s been years since the sight of a stranger has stopped me mid-step. But there she was, and I felt a quick, disorienting pull — not love, not even lust in the conventional sense, but something more confusing. She walked into a nearby pizzeria, her dog trotting obediently beside her. I followed — not out of any conscious decision, but more out of curiosity, the kind that makes us read the ending of a story ev...
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