

A totemic figure rises with a theatrical stillness, its wide, alert eyes holding the viewer while a shallow red vessel crowns the head like an offering bowl. Within that bowl, a compact crowd of painted bodies stands upright—miniature lives borne aloft—turning the sculpture into a meditation on burden and guardianship, where identity becomes a platform for many. The saturated yellows and reds, worn with deliberate abrasion, give the work a folk-register warmth that is unsettled by the masklike face, suggesting how community can be both cherished weight and public performance.







