Born in Paris in 1962, I grew up between France and Belgium.
At four years old, we discovered I had a severe hearing deficit.
Silence became my first language.
I studied physiotherapy and osteopathy (equine and canine), because touch does not need to hear.
For years, my hands learned to read pain, to undo knots in flesh and bone.
Later, I entered the Academy of Fine Arts to learn sculpture.
Stone, wood, clay – each material holds its own silence. My healing hands became carving hands.
Sculpture taught me what deafness already knew: that the invisible is as real as the heard.
A curve can breathe. A surface can remember a caress.
Weight and lightness can live in the same form.
I do not sculpt loud statements. I sculpt presences.
A shoulder that leans into absence. A hollow that listens.
Each piece is a dialogue between matter and quiet.
Between what the world shouts and what I have always felt instead.
My art is not a compensation. It is a translation. Silence, given shape.
Rose d’Alcantara
Sculptor of the unspoken
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