Not Me

This carved wooden form distills the human visage into a quiet oval—eyes sealed in repose, a nose emerging as a single decisive ridge—so that portraiture becomes meditation rather than likeness. The warm, swirling grain reads like a topography of memory, while fine fissures and tool-traces refuse polish in favor of lived time, making the surface feel tenderly mortal. Set against the soft, pale ground, the sculpture’s weight and stillness gather light along its curves, suggesting an inward breath—an icon of calm that also carries the gravity of introspection and silence.