Mysterious creatures. I don’t really know why I collect them. Maybe because somewhere in my heart I believe that these beings were once reality. In an old, forgotten time. They are so universally depicted in different cultures that I can imagine that this is not mere fantasy but maybe a shadow, a remnant of something that once was real. The last dusty traces of legends and myths.
I was quite stunned by the sphinxes in Vienna, in front of Schonbrunn and in the garden of the Belvedere. Women’s heads on lion’s body’s… They gave me chills, they seemed embodied by something spiritual.
You know what they say about sphinxes… where they are, they guard secrets. So whenever I see a building or place with sphinxes I immediately think: what was happening in this place…? What secret had to be guarded here?
How would it be to encounter a real life Sphinx, a real Phoenix or Griffin, a Winged lion…? Will we see days when these creatures reappear?