At the center of this sculpture is a cracked walnut log — a natural form carrying visible damage. A mosaic band-aid lies over the wound, symbolizing the superficial fixes often offered by governments unwilling to address real, structural problems. The gesture is hollow — a cover-up, not a cure.
Turn the log, and you’ll find fine mosaic lines tracing paths of healing — slow, fragile, but genuine. These lines are not imposed from above; they are grown through time, care, and community.
What truly holds the form together is the large mosaic wrapping cloth — a symbol of the people. It speaks of collective strength, of how healing happens not in isolation but through unity, attention, and shared presence. The cloth does not pretend the wound isn’t there — it acknowledges it and surrounds it with care.
Without you, we are incomplete.
This work is an invitation, a reminder: wholeness is not a solitary achievement. It takes all of us — present, aware, and united.
It was a moment that I will never forget!
I was 7 or 8 months pregnant; I felt a walnut size movement under my hand, I never experienced the jitters like that before! It was your small punch or little heel; it gave me the biggest happiness of my life. It was that moment; I will never forget!
You were only 23 years old, my heart filled up with broken jagged pieces of glass! Losing you was most unbearable pain that I have ever felt in my life! Now I understand that it was not broken glass, but the wings of a bird who is flying into the infinity! Yet I just feel the thorns of the wings, instead of the softness of the feathers!Loosing my self in the darkness of the sky or trying to search the light with my moist eyes!
Hugging my self to keep your love inside of me, or just feel your soft feathers with your million beautiful memories….
Life Cycle
Life Cylcle
This mosaic, craed on the surface of a walnut tree stump, embodies the complexity of life’s journey. Life is neither a perfect spiral nor a simple path.
Like the growth rings of a walnut tree, our experiences are marked by cycles, peaks, and valleys. Along the way, we encounter moments—some are small
wounds that heal with me, while others we skim over, ignore, or gently embrace. Yet, there are deeper cuts, life-altering events that demand acceptance rather than avoidance. The walnut tree, with its enduringstrength and layered history, mirrors this journey—rooted in resilience, adaptability, and the quiet wisdom of moving forward despite life’s challenges.
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