

This figurative sculpture stages a quiet drama of attachment and ascent: a tall, elongated body leans into a branch-like axis, as smaller, childlike forms cling and hover like memories crystallized into weight. The rough, dark patina absorbs light rather than reflecting it, allowing the pieceβs scars and seams to read as time itselfβan insistence that growth is never smooth, only accumulated. Negative space becomes an active participant, carving fragile distances between the figures and turning the whole into a meditation on guardianship, dependence, and the tender burden of carrying oneβs lineage forward.







