These porcelain figures emerged when my work rhythm collapsed in 2022. It was a time when thinking clearly felt almost impossible, and working became a way to stay present, to process what was happening, or to push through it. Using plaster molds of a human body, fragmented by their original logic, I pressed porcelain into them almost mechanically. During assembly, the pieces began to suggest their own gestures. This slow, stubborn process helped me return to myself.

The figures extend a theme I revisit, the Flyers. Over the years, they have flown, tried to fly, or simply imagined it. In contrast, these figures do none of that. They have already fallen. They curl, cover their faces, and wait for the moment to pass. They are more literal than I usually prefer. Sometimes the work dictates its own vocabulary, and refusing it feels dishonest.