

This sculptural figure distills the human presence into a terse geometry—an upright cross-like spine and a sweeping crescent arm—suggesting both benediction and a blade’s arc in the same breath. The oxidized turquoise patina, mottled with earthen abrasions, reads as time made visible: a skin of weathering that softens the industrial severity into something quietly devotional. Set against emptiness, its asymmetrical balance holds a poised tension between stability and collapse, as if the work meditates on endurance—how spirit persists even when the body becomes artifact.







