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2025
Untitled (ceramic photo-frames)

2025
Untitled (ceramic vessels)

Gather your limbs, shake the earth off your body and show me the clay you were talking about.

A bridge braided of hair over wordless water.

Before you look in the mirror, you see yourself in the palm of your hand.

The sad owl,
It hoots: it's all mine.

You turned away from the sun's rays, a yellow kerchief on your face.

The son is the one who now talks to his father: You are like the deer that walks in our garden and runs away when we approach.

You rest in the white silence while we burn your house down.

You see yourself through the transparent mask of your face.

Your loving wife took care of you, she brought you your forgotten belongings and bread, to eat by the stove.

2025
The house was filled with clouds

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