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What happens when a legendary artist rarely bothers to document his own work? For my father, almost everything was kept in his head. He was a master of traditional craftsmanship who sculpted in silver but created purely for the soul — beautifully indifferent to fame, weight, or dimensions. In this first personal blog post, I share an intimate look into his world, his profound humility, and the bittersweet memories of a daughter who will never stop missing her gentle-hearted father.