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"Les femmes de la Méditerrané"
Being raised near the Mediterranean, and living under the grey skies of Amsterdam, inspired in me a need to recall comforting images of sunshine. I wanted to specifically capture how summer is experienced on the body of women I hold dear:
A memory of my mother laying by the water, a woman alone reading or simply lying there, letting her body embrace the sand, or the grass or a rock.
This personal nostalgic craving has become my ode to Méditerranean women, Les femmes de la méditerranée, a series of 'my tiny female friends' as I like to playfully call them.
Created with clay and without any other tools or materials besides my own fingers, I tried to capture the softness of skin
and depth of imperfect curves that freely and unapologetically exist.
Each woman is unique, and named for a member of my family. The absence of tools was purposely intended in order to capture the natural essense of the body, letting it wrinkle, break, stretch or even droop. The clay, like our own bodies, matures with time so that the final shape of each statue will evolve, as we will.
I love ‘my tiny female friends' with all their imperfections, and hope you will too.
Scroll down to meet them. . .
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