

Carved in a marbled field of deep cobalt and milky stone, the sculpture folds into itself like a quiet body shielding its own tenderness, turning embrace into architecture. The polished surface catches light as a moving tide, so the blues read less as color than as memory—sedimented, weathered, and patiently held. Its looping, protective contours dissolve any hard boundary between figure and ground, suggesting intimacy as a sheltering force rather than a scene, a meditation on how closeness can be both refuge and weight.