Waiting

This compact, bronze-like figure folds into itself with an almost geological inevitability, turning the body into a single sheltering mass where head, knees, and arms dissolve into one continuous contour. The softened planes and mottled green patina catch light like weathered stone, suggesting time’s slow pressure and the quiet dignity of endurance rather than mere withdrawal. Negative space is largely denied, compelling the viewer to read intimacy in compression—an image of self-protection that also becomes a meditation on interior life, where vulnerability is sculpted into strength.