Karuilieš

Karuilieš, the ones of old, in Hittite. They came to me as a group, and as I sketched them we began forming a relationship. I could feel how old they were. Beyond ancient. They did deeds worth remembering, elders who kept the wisdom that keeps life flowing. They have been forgotten for a very long time. Through these pieces they wake once more, and ask to be remembered. Talismans of life, protection, and compassion.