Another experience is collaborative work with itinerant ironworkers. I collected rusty iron with paint peeling off by the river and I asked the blacksmiths to shape them as I wanted. I was there as a pupil and in some stages I shaped the iron into human figures. I experienced tempering. The Tempered People are solid and standing here. Now in paradise we have combs like human face that windm combing their chignon and the music of bells invites me to an inexpressible happiness. Thank God who gives me the gift of enjoying art.