reduction fired stoneware, yarn, glitter, artist’s hair, built to the artist’s height (5ft, 2in)

It’s unable to support itself. The connection is keeping it alive, but it’s trying to fight it. No matter what it does it cannot leave. It’s afraid to stand on its own, so it braces itself against the wall.

What happened to its head? I think it doesn’t trust itself to have one. It knows the thoughts will keep it up all night, so it’s better to not have a head at all.

It secretly wants to feel pretty, so it put glitter in its arms. Maybe its veins are filled with glitter instead of blood? It doesn’t want to find out, because it made a promise to the other to not to look inside its veins anymore.

It would feel so lonely without the other. The other wants to be on its own, but it knows it wouldn’t exist without the first one.

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It’s able to stand on its own. Strong and proud. But at what cost? Besides the first one, it’s always alone. It’s afraid to reach out again in case the first one shows itself to someone else. It doesn’t have arms so no one can hold its hand anyways.

What happened to its arms? I think it knows if it has them it will hurt itself. It needs arms to feel productive. It needs them to be independent. Maybe it can borrow the first ones’ arms?

It used to hate the first one, but now it’s finally accepting its existence. It’s coming to terms with the fact that it will have the first one tagging along forever. It’s hard being alive when you’re always hiding from your shadow.

It secretly wants to feel feminine. So it dyed its hair pink. It’s so afraid of the feminine. It knows femininity invites violation. It can’t forget the violation. It can’t remember the violation.

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The two of us are trying to move forward together. Maybe someone will join us?