The Bellows That Fed the Fire
When I first brought this old Kuba Lele blacksmith’s bellows into my Antwerp shop, it did not look like a sculpture waiting for a pedestal. It looked like something that had worked hard for a very long time. Dust still rested deep inside the chambers, the wood smelled faintly of smoke, and the black surface carried the soft sheen that… Read More »The Bellows That Fed the Fire