Quarantine (The Empty Throne)

A monumental chair rises like an urban monolith, its dark silhouette presiding over a compressed architecture of rooms and corridors that feel both intimate and judicial. The stark interplay of black mass and incised, woodcut-like hatching turns light into a measured substance—pushed into floors, walls, and thresholds—so that space reads as a sequence of permissions and denials. By scaling the domestic object into an occupying presence, the work meditates on authority in everyday life: the seat becomes a throne, the house a stage, and the viewer a small figure moving through the quiet weight of control.