Tami Zafeiropoulou

Myself in the microscope. A process of thinking through the self, myself, who I want to be in the world. What’s the role of the mask we daily utilise in an effort to both reveal or hide, to tame or mouth an occasionally fake feeling? My hands flow naturally to the material, following the ideas of "how a body keeps the score”, to quote the words of Van de Kolk in his homonymous book. To become an observer of the pain, a mirror of myself, that’s the initial task. The process itself becomes a healing one, the wounds are fired up to 1240° C and turn into art. Sculptures become creatures of their own existence that stand next to me, they are not inside me anymore. I am naked and vulnerable, as the past is appeased. I am here, ready to live again, to enter the unknown. These creatures exist to highlight the importance of trusting our intuition, of embracing change, of finding inner peace. Experience is knowledge, leading to self-acceptance and self appreciation. My need is to share my experience publicly, to start communicating about issues that are muzzled by social norms and shame. The power of the seemingly silent sculptures resides in their presence. They are there to reveal what would otherwise remain concealed.