you call it waste.
it waits.
hair claws beneath skin,
cold, sharp, unforgiving.
no sink. no tap.
only a trap.
it drags your secrets —
the filthy, the hidden,
the lies you bury deep.
don’t touch.
it rips.
it tears.
you wanted to forget —
it bleeds you dry.
2025, Skulptur aus gefilztem Menschenhaar, 44 × 22 × 45 cm
2025, Sculpture made of felted human hair, 44 × 22 × 45 cm
