

A braided, metallic loop rises from an open palm like a self-supporting promise—part halo, part shackle—turning the gesture of offering into a meditation on what we choose to carry. The serrated rhythm along the ring’s spine reads as time made tactile, while the dense, block-like base suggests a fractured ground from which resilience is forged. Light skims the patinated surface and casts a decisive shadow, doubling the form into an echo that hints at repetition, memory, and the inescapable return of cycles. In the tension between softness of the hand and industrial severity of the coil, the work locates hope not as innocence but as endurance.







