My mother, who made this beautiful sculpture when she was my age, who has held, carried, cared and guided, empathy embodied. And to Hyuro, our dear Tamara, who passed away last year, a warrior in painting & life and the master of poetic force, the silent shout.My mother, who made this beautiful sculpture when she was my age, who has held, carried, cared and guided, empathy embodied. And to Hyuro, our dear Tamara, who passed away last year, a warrior in painting & life and the master of poetic force, the silent shout.