What is the longest time we can bear to remember? One second, one month, one year? Each day has to be taken as it comes in order to reach the flexibility of processing overwhelming emotional and informational storms. Time has to be broken down, not in a conventional sense of minutes or seconds, but in a sense of importance and consideration of every step, no matter how long or short this step is.

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Can we plan our lives, or are we programmed to be a part of a routine that is predestined? Is it important to be yourself in the world when it’s expected that we all play certain roles? 

I used a stylized female shape as a canvas for a short narrative that depicts a single moment of life, one emotion, one memory, one reflection…

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Each sculpture is a short story, one page from a short story, one illustration to a sentence, a visual description of one word.