

This sculptural form compresses the familiar anatomy of a hand into a reclining, mask-like body, where the curled thumb reads as a quiet profile and the upthrust fingers become a small skyline of pale, candlelike protrusions. The stark dialogue of matte black and milky white turns touch into a language of contrasts—presence and absence, restraint and eruption—while the smooth, sealed surface suggests a silenced tactility, as if sensation has been lacquered into permanence. Set against the pedestal’s stillness, the work feels both playful and uncanny, proposing the hand not as an instrument of action but as a monument to gesture, memory, and the things we almost say.