A fellow artist asked, “What are you doing?” And I replied, “I work my pain out”. I threw a bag of clay on my table. Time passed, and I continued, unaware of what I was creating. Why did I feel that I was working my pain out? I realised that I was still experiencing the beating of six police officers in 2014 in a protest against the austerity measures outside the parliament of Athens. They shouted in my ears as they beat me: “Stay down.”
The preform grew and became heavier as additional clay, plaster, and water were added. It would take ten people to move it and remain fragile. While I had to cut it into pieces to move it for health and safety reasons, this allowed for space in my mind to see it anew. “Peace of land” changed again and again to achieve the qualities of being both light and strong. The deeper I went, my self dissolved into the collective. I forgive them. And I created a piece of land. For the peace of land.