The story goes that Constantin Brâncuși, too poor to afford proper travel, set out on foot from Romania to Paris in the early 1900s, walking hundreds of miles with only his belongings and determination. It’s often told as a symbol of his devotion to art, literally crossing Europe to reach the center of the avant-garde.
But like many artist myths, it’s unclear how much of the journey was truly on foot and how much has been shaped into legend over time. This work reimagines that journey as something mythic and cyclical, like Sisyphus endlessly pushing the boulder uphill, an eternal act of striving, doubt, and becoming.