

This sculpted head emerges from a thicket of metallic filaments, as if identity were not a solid mass but a slow accumulation of tracesβmemory, habit, and breath braided into form. The profile reads with classical clarity, yet the openwork surface dissolves certainty, letting light thread through the face and turning presence into something simultaneously material and fugitive. Balanced on a stark plinth, the work stages a quiet tension between monument and vulnerability, proposing the self as an architecture of omissions as much as of lines. In its restrained palette and painstaking repetition, it becomes a portrait of interior life made visible: disciplined, porous, and hauntingly incomplete.







