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Photo by Hanneke Wetzer
My father as a kid is smearing shit on ‘the idiot’ of his village. I wish to know him further than those images in my memory, where he is a good, strict, law-abiding citizen. A person who would voluntarily clean public paths in our neighborhood from snow. A proud communist member with foolish loyalty educated to help others for the sake of honor.
For me hand sculpting is introspective contemplation and an embodied search to understand what kind of person my father is.