Avalon, White Queen District.
It was a building that, from the outside, looked quite plain, more like a warehouse than a place of residence.
In fact, this was the sculpture studio of Lars Graham.
He was hunched over, holding a bone-white cane, standing attentively in front of a two-and-a-half-meter-tall sculpture, whose upper half was near complete, laboriously lifting his head to look at it.
In the air, white translucent chisels and hammers continuously appeared, emitting crisp striking sounds. The dense and numerous tapping noises reminded one of the sound of a torrential downpour. Without the old man making any visible movements, the sculpture was carved at an extremely rapid pace, as if a video was fast-forwarded.
—Lars Graham was 74 years old this year.
