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After forty seven years together I parted from the person who was the dearest to me.
As in any culture known to us, mostly from the past, I found it hard to accept his loss as final. I couldn’t conserve him as a mummy nor sculpt his portrait on a burial coffin nor make a Fayoum image of him and… I couldn’t accept the loss of his appearance in my memory.
Again and again I tried to create his portrait to verify to what extent he is still present and it was so hard. Here and there I used photographs which let me down, drawings helped better and the results of all me efforts, in different sizes, different techniques are all here.
A little doll made years ago in his image turned into a desired subject matter.