Lately, I have this crazy thing about hair. 
There is so much possibility to tell a story with things that can be found in long luscious healthy hair..somewhat inspired by the 60's theater play. This sudden obsession started when I arrived to Montenegro after leaving Prague. 
Giant cliffs and caves of the landscape were telling me stories that were long forgotten about some brave women that fought Turkish power while hiding with their wounded husbands in caves and mountains of  that bare countryside. Like in paintings by Jaroslav Čermák.

Then I have acquired few pounds of clay and played with ideas..that still haunt me...