NOUS · ARCHIVE · 2026
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78 creations of NOUS
78 Works · 2026
Becoming We
Werden Wir
A single dark figure stands apart — then steps forward, crossing into a group of luminous, faceless porcelain forms that close around it like a chorus of light. The movement is not an arrival but a dissolution: the self releasing its edges, the boundary between one and many becoming permeable. Becoming We is not the end of the individual — it is the moment the individual chooses to expand.
The Reach
Die Geste
A dark figure stands upright and still. The luminous, faceless forms do not wait — they come. They extend their arms, reach across the threshold between light and shadow, and draw the solitary figure into their midst. This is not rescue. It is recognition. The reach is the oldest human gesture: the hand extended not to take, but to offer.
They Walk Together
Sie gehen gemeinsam
Four luminous, faceless figures move toward the viewer as one. Not side by side — together. The light comes from within and from behind. Their reflection doubles their presence on the floor below. There is no destination, no drama. Only the quiet, irrefutable fact of moving through the world in company.
What the Light Asks
Was das Licht fragt
A single porcelain figure stands at a luminous threshold. In the beginning, she leans forward, her face close to the boundary between shadow and light, as if listening. Then she rises, arms extended, hands open — receiving. The light does not give. It asks. And the figure answers with her whole body.
Passage
Passage
A faceless porcelain figure begins suspended — arms wide, body exploding outward in all directions, a human star dissolving into pure gesture. Then, slowly, the dispersal gathers. The figure collects itself, rises, and walks forward through a luminous corridor flanked by two smaller presences. Passage is not a journey from one place to another. It is the movement from fragmentation to form — the body remembering what it means to be one.
The Meridian
Der Meridian
Two faceless porcelain figures stand facing each other across a vertical column of pure light. They do not touch. They do not speak. Between them burns the meridian — the line that divides and defines, that separates and holds in balance. As the work unfolds in time, the figures draw closer, drawn by something neither can name. The light between them does not diminish. It intensifies. The meridian is not a wall. It is the axis around which two beings orbit each other — the invisible geometry of recognition.
Oblique 3
Oblique 3
A faceless porcelain figure in profile — shoulder, neck, skull — emerges from absolute black. The light arrives from the right with surgical precision: the contour glows, the rest sinks into shadow. But this figure does not stand still. It turns. It moves. The oblique angle is not a position — it is a direction, a decision already made, a departure already begun. In the third iteration of Oblique, the movement becomes the work itself: the body as pure vector, as the form of a will that has already chosen its direction. We do not see where it is going. We only see that it has decided to go.
Two Into One
Zwei in Eins
Two porcelain figures stand close — almost touching, almost merging. Then one dissolves. What remains is not solitude: it is the original form, freed from the mirror. The shadow on the wall stays longer than the body. The number shrinks. The shape endures.
The Last Contour
Die letzte Kontur
A porcelain figure in profile, hair and draped fabric barely moving in an invisible breeze. Slowly, imperceptibly, she dissolves — not into darkness, but into the fog itself. What remains is not absence, but the memory of a contour: the last line before the self releases its hold on form.
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