

This vertical assemblage rises like a devotional column built from weathered orbs and broken crescents, its oxidized skin shifting between sea-green patina and earthen bruise, as though time itself were the artist’s most insistent medium. The composition balances precarious density with an upward drift, culminating in delicate antenna-like lines that suggest listening, sensing, or reaching beyond the weight of accumulated matter. Light glances off each concave surface to create a quiet choreography of reflections, turning scrap-like fragments into a constellation of stored memories. In its totemic stance, the work reads as an elegy to transformation—how corrosion, pressure, and repair can become a language of resilience rather than decay.







