while my head is filled with dew

 "I was asleep, but my heart was awake; the sound of my beloved knocking:
'Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my perfect one.
For my head is drenched with dew, my locks with the damp of night.'"
(Song of Songs, Chapter 5, Verse 2)

This project was born out of a longing for an utopian space—one that offers comfort and sows hope;
a space in which one can move between wakefulness and dream, between the real and the imagined—until the boundaries blur so deeply that material and body, color and feeling, become one.
And when all is asleep, imagination overflows:
thoughts and worries remain elsewhere, and in this place, existence requires no justification.
With no need to define season or self, everything is experienced all at once—
as if we were the sea.

Dimensions: Variable size
Materials: White clay, porcelain, cobalt salt, wax, glaze
Techniques: Hand sculpting, wheel throwing, wax drawing
Original music and sound credit: Avraham Kober

Mentor: Dr. Lena Dubinsky