Golem is a figure from the Jewish mystical tradition. This motif becomes a starting point here for a story about what identity is made of.
Not from clay, but from memory, from recollections, dreams, and difficult fragments of experience. From childhood images, from spaces that return like an echo, slightly distorted because they are remembered differently.
The Golem ceases to be a figure and becomes a construction, built from the tension between what is painful and what is worth saving. Between the attempt to accept one's own history and the constant struggle with it.
Wrestlers appear in this space, a motif that has been particularly close to me for some time. Their position remains ambiguous: balancing between a gesture of a hug and a struggle.
