Original artwork description:

Fragile, as if ancient, he is silent, but there is a deep presence inside his gaze.
These are images that have been in the shadows for a long time.
Forgotten, repressed, rejected — but no less alive for that.
Each face is like the voice of the part that has been silent for too long.:
strangeness, vulnerability, fatigue, longing, childish resentment, loneliness.
They seemed to come out of the depths of memory — from dreams, from pain, from the thin layers of the soul.
Not about beauty, not about a role, but about what wants to be seen.
Clay remembers a touch, preserves irregularities, cracks, and prints — and makes them worthy to be.
These faces are not for hiding.
But to meet.
With him. Someone who has not been called for a long time, but who is still waiting.
I create such objects with my hands and my heart, without sketches and a pre-thought-out image. He was born on his own — in the process. I wanted to convey a sense of vulnerability, silence, and inner truth.

It can be hung on the wall as a reminder of how important it is to look inside yourself, not just outside. size

Materials used:

clay

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