Some fly out and long for the grass that sings back home. Sculptors are wary of the other side, wary that they might not be met, provided and cared for. They are wary of new stones, weather patterns, people, food, and new ways of making sculpture. They know that out there some careers are made, some ruined. A ticket out must also mean a ticket back, the measure of success outside your own country.
Many people can be desperately unhappy away from home, away from their background and daily routine.
The language barrier can be a huge and unassailable thing, molehills can become monsters, driving on the different side of the road a blind excursion. Working with other sculptors from different contries can make a sculptor long for his friends in stone over the back fence in Chitungwiza, or next door in the bush at Tengenenge. The local artists are aware that the Norwegians and Swedes wanted to do things properly, not to kidnap the sculptors, not to make their departure a point of no return. The new Europe is good for sculptors. For these Nordic sculptors there are few barriers.