Lyrical Magic by Maarten Schaddelee
A few years ago, my wife Nadine and I were in Florence, Italy. Walking through the beautiful narrow streets we walked past an old stone church and heard gorgeous, young voices coming from inside. They were rehearsing for a concert that night. Of course, we went to the concert. That night I not only heard the music, I saw the music swirl around us. I will never forget the experience. It was a few years later that I remembered that fortunate experience and knew I had to put it in sculpture.
“My hands make the voice of my heart visible.” Maarten Schaddelee