The sculpture of the little boy, Ferdinand, originally of a French Sculptor, made about 150 years ago, has transformed in a sculpture of 2015. Only the copy made me itch. Itch until I gave in. So I started to change the skin and then the color. Now the French-ness has become even more prominent to me. It was finished just after the attacks in Paris.
It has become a sad sculpture. Innocent and affected.