This is my ultimate and absolute conviction—a belief born from the ancient Neoplatonic philosophers and preserved through the ages by Saint Benedict: work upon matter is sacred.
​If we admit the existence of a source of everything, perfect and eternal, we must also recognize that while matter may seem distant from that perfection, it remains an integral part of the One. Art is the way to awaken and sublimate, through an alchemical process, the sleeping force of matter. We achieve this by contributing the only thing we can truly offer to the system of the One: our freedom—our ideas.
​To work is to pray; laborare est orare. This is the most vital section of my site, dedicated to the atelier—the dust, sweat, blood and ideas that are all part of that great prayer which is, in my sense, sculpture.

Substance is revealed as Form breaks open

Yung, as I have come to realize through my own intuition, I tried to delve deep, down to the very roots of humanity, where ancestral rites were performed in honor of the primary Archetypes.

​When I discovered that gold does not originally belong to the Earth but originates from the depths of the Cosmos, born from stellar explosions, I found the key to bringing my research to a substantial and contemporary level. I began acting through sculpture that ancestral rite which our forefathers celebrated on the Summer Solstice: the alchemical marriage between Heaven and Earth.

​In these works, Mother Earth—the Form, the marble itself—carries in her womb the gold: the idea, the unformed, the cosmic spark embedded within the terrestrial form.