plaster, metal, acrylic vax




Unachieve - Ment gone 


A rose with scissors at its brunch ends.

A table on three legs.

The clay squeezes a hand into a fist.


Like Spring fragrantly,

Blooming blossoms the Rose.

Like salt running over,

Curingly cures the itch,

Tenderly strokes the cheek bitter.


Ninefold bends,

Swans bow… and bow…

Bows down. Touches the ground. Embraces.

You embrace. I embrace. Between us.

Rises into the air and the air seeps through them inside.



Photos by Ivars Grāvlejs