What if casting is the
only way of appreciating an object?

I think it was back in
the city of Syracuse where Archimedes shouted Eureka when he realised that he
could measure precisely the volume of his body by weighting the water that was
displaced when he submerged in a full bathtub.

Doesn’t that say that you can
not easily tell between two people of similar size which one is larger? And to
take the point further, it becomes fiendish to compare people to other animals
even if their sizes seem similar. Unless you submit them to the Archimedes
experiment you will probably stay forever in doubt. Does the eye cheat? And how
scary is this when we use it a lot, or better, way too much? And how often do
we miss as kids when we are asked to match an outline to a picture? Or maybe we
get it wrong because we already matched the outline and then tried to fit all
in? Does the mind play this dirty game of trying to convince us that the things
we see match the things we know? Wait a second; does that mean we should throw
everything into the bathtub before deciding what is what?

Or do artists have a
better way of doing things, maybe by knowing the hard way that you never ever
trust your eyes? Isn’t casting the same thing with the filled bathtub being the
mould? Aren’t you creating a negative of the form so you can fill it again and
reproduce its volume? So taking a step back, you observe closely the object,
you give it your whole attention, you perceive its outline with your fingers,
you absorb its qualities and then…you dip it into plaster. As the time ripens
fruit, it dries plaster too and then when the harvest comes your mould is ready
and void. What do you make now out of the contained space? Was this what you
remembered? Was this what you expected? Does the emptiness equal the pain of
absence of the object? Is this that you feel when you want to bring back the
object to life, and cast it again, and again and again? Did you replace it? Do
all these replicas look the same as the prototype?
Or will you keep casting
until you find your first love?