Bell

Suspended in a scarlet, boxlike chamber, the tarnished bell reads as both relic and warning—its weight made palpable by the hard cast shadow that anchors it to an unseen gravity. Against this dense field of red, the fragile pale butterfly hovers like a quiet counterpoint, offering a breath of tenderness that refuses the room’s claustrophobia. The taut thread trailing from the bell becomes a drawn line of fate, suggesting a sound perpetually deferred: the piece meditates on how delicacy and dread can coexist in the same confined space, each intensifying the other.