Selfportrait. Please remember that You molded me like clay. Would You now return me to dust?
I always think about death. Realizing the fact that we all are going to die give me power to move and fight my fears. I was made with clay that became alive. Then, this clay will die. I was made out of clay and will be turned to dust again. I am Earth. I can create new life too. I am passion, ideas, energy, sex. My body grow, bloom. My body is changing while I am alive. It will continue changing after my death. Therefore, it i...