"Melancolie"
This sculpture feels like a mirror held to the soul—a quiet testament to the delicate fragility of being. In its hollow form, it speaks to the places within us carved out by sorrow, where absence has etched its mark, leaving spaces that ache with their own kind of beauty. The figure bows as if bearing the weight of untold stories, its posture a silent prayer for all that was lost and all that still lingers.
There is a haunting tenderness in its openness, as though the empty core holds not emptiness but the memory of presence—the echo of a life once whole, now reshaped by the chiseling hands of time. And yet, in this hollowness, there is also an invitation: a call to look through the void, not as a void at all, but as a threshold where the mystery of life unfolds in its fullness. What was taken has not vanished but become a deeper space within, where light might yet pour through.
This sculpture seems to remind us that to be human is to be unfinished, a work in progress shaped by both what we hold and what we release. The bowed head and folded hands are not signs of defeat but gestures of surrender to the tides of life that we cannot command. Here, stillness becomes a sanctuary, a place where even the sharp edges of pain are softened by the quiet touch of grace.
It calls us to honor the hollows within our own hearts, not as scars to be hidden but as sacred places where our depths are revealed. For it is in the absence that presence is truly known; in the hollowness, we discover the gift of becoming. Like this figure, we are most human when we allow our emptiness to transform into a vessel that can hold light, love, and the tender weight of all that is yet to come.
May this sculpture remind you that even in your most hollow moments, you are whole in ways the world cannot yet see. And may its quiet grace awaken in you the courage to sit with what is incomplete, trusting that the hollows within you are being shaped into something luminous and eternal.
All my Love and Light, 💗🙏💗
An