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I can’t hear you la la la
A small childlike figure stands with hands pressed to both ears, tucked into a rough dark surface that wraps around them like a shelter. A pale face peeks out softly, turned slightly away, as if lost in their own world. There is a stubborn sweetness here, a quiet refusal, a whispered la la la held just behind the lips. Perched on a pale marble base, withdrawn yet present, a small figure guarding their own private world.
A small childlike figure stands with hands pressed to both ears, tucked into a rough dark surface that wraps around them like a shelter. A pale face peeks out softly, turned slightly away, as if lost in their own world. There is a stubborn sweetness here, a quiet refusal, a whispered la la la held just behind the lips. Perched on a pale marble base, withdrawn yet present, a small figure guarding their own private world.
About this series
Series: Objects : Figures: Cocooned
Layer by layer, I wrap my figures in clay, sand, pastel, paint and varnish over weeks, months even.
Their cocoon grows, smooth then rough, dark then light, always shifting. It is as if they are wrapping themselves in a shell of quiet.
Only the face remains uncovered, yet it feels slightly unreal, a mask of its own.
They stand on marble or wood, bound in place. They seem to have paused for too long, small beings that feel gentle and somehow strong, resting peacefully inside themselves.
Their presence is calming, reassuring, empathetic.