When Barry and Michèle first crossed paths in the quiet surrealism of Venice, a wordless connection sparked between sculptor and collector; rooted in observation, curiosity and creation. After a Milan morning spent wandering potential exhibition spaces to exhibit the bust Barry sculpted of Michèle Lamy and the Rick Owens boutique –like ghosts casing a temple– we sat down to speak. About monolithic stones. About machines. About art as resistance; against time, against meaninglessness, against death itself.