Echoes of the First Mothers
Before the world was bound by time, there walked women of power — the First Mothers. They bore no crowns, yet they carried strength greater than kings. They wrote no books, yet their knowledge shaped the turning of the stars. They spoke no laws, yet their mysteries guided the flow of rivers, the growth of forests, and the birth of every generation.
When the ages shifted and their voices faded, their forms dissolved into earth and fire. What remains are fragments: torsos cracked open like ancient vessels, shoulders worn smooth by centuries, hollows where once their breath and song resided.
These figures, pulled from shadow into light, are not merely broken bodies. They are thresholds. They whisper that the ancient is not gone, but sleeping. Their scars speak of endurance, their silence of hidden wisdom, their stillness of unspoken strength.
We are the descendants of their mystery, yet also their ancestors. For when the far future unearths these forms, it is our own forgotten selves they are beholding. These are not relics of the past, but omens of the eternal — reminders that the feminine, though buried, is never lost.
1. Thaleia — The Enduring Flame
Her body is fractured, yet she does not fall. Thaleia carries the memory of fire — the strength that kindles survival through every storm. Her form is torn open, yet from the split emerges light, as if she contains within her the spark that cannot be extinguished.
She whispers: “I am the flame that endured when kingdoms turned to dust. I am resilience. You cannot break what was forged in fire.”
Thaleia is strength made flesh: a reminder that even in ruin, power remains. Stoneware with porcelain slip, glazes and oxides. Unique, Signed, Artwork size 35cm x 15cm x 15cm
Echoes of the First Mothers
Before the world was bound by time, there walked women of power — the First Mothers. They bore no crowns, yet they carried strength greater than kings. They wrote no books, yet their knowledge shaped the turning of the stars. They spoke no laws, yet their mysteries guided the flow of rivers, the growth of forests, and the birth of every generation.
When the ages shifted and their voices faded, their forms dissolved into earth and fire. What remains are fragments: torsos cracked open like ancient vessels, shoulders worn smooth by centuries, hollows where once their breath and song resided.
These figures, pulled from shadow into light, are not merely broken bodies. They are thresholds. They whisper that the ancient is not gone, but sleeping. Their scars speak of endurance, their silence of hidden wisdom, their stillness of unspoken strength.
We are the descendants of their mystery, yet also their ancestors. For when the far future unearths these forms, it is our own forgotten selves they are beholding. These are not relics of the past, but omens of the eternal — reminders that the feminine, though buried, is never lost.
1. Thaleia — The Enduring Flame
Her body is fractured, yet she does not fall. Thaleia carries the memory of fire — the strength that kindles survival through every storm. Her form is torn open, yet from the split emerges light, as if she contains within her the spark that cannot be extinguished.
She whispers: “I am the flame that endured when kingdoms turned to dust. I am resilience. You cannot break what was forged in fire.”
Thaleia is strength made flesh: a reminder that even in ruin, power remains. Stoneware with porcelain slip, glazes and oxides. Unique, Signed, Artwork size 35cm x 15cm x 15cm
