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Our Lives Had Become Unmanageable, 2016

Step One:
We admitted we were powerless over our addiction—that our lives had become unmanageable.

The clay is too heavy for its internal construction; it dries and falls apart exposing an individual narrative. Each sculpture is inspired by a real person who has admitted to a kind of addiction - anywhere from narcotics, compulsive debting to skin-picking.

As you cross through a kind of self-help waiting room, you walk past the large-scale, unfinished Bic Pen drawing. The task was too big for me, unmanageable; it hints at a potential that I was unable to fulfill. All is in a state of waiting, a prayer towards completion.


Photographer: Aviad Zisman

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