Never Again, Never Again (NFS)

This face bears the weight of memory—eyes wide with sorrow, mouth frozen in the moment just before a scream. What grows from its head are not hairs but lives: lost, layered, pressed into remembrance. The stripes behind echo a uniform no one chose.
This is not a whisper. This is a cry, a demand, a sacred roar that says: We remember. And we will not be silent.

After October 7, I changed it—out of fear.
I painted over it, added color and glasses, and renamed it Influencer. I sold it that way. Not because I didn’t believe in what I had made—but because I wasn’t ready. I was afraid. And how telling that the name I gave it—Influencer—said more about the pressure I felt than I realized.

But now, I show it as it was first created.
Because this piece was never meant to blend in. It was made to speak.

“The blood of your brother cries out to me from the ground.” —Genesis 4:10
“You shall not wrong a stranger or oppress him, for you were strangers in the land of Egypt.” —Exodus 22:21

10″ h 8″ w 3″ d

Mixed Media Assemblage, Worry Dolls, Paper Mache Clay, Foam Clay