Bean Stolk 1

Rising like a vertical chant, this carved wooden totem composes its narrative through stacked, compressed bodies that feel both ancestral and newly invented, each segment a pause in a long breath. The warm, weathered patina—punctuated by small painted accents—lets light catch the grain as if memory itself were embedded in the material, turning surface into testimony. Its upward thrust suggests a passage between realms: animal, human, and spirit folding into one another, where the base anchors the work in earth while the crown gestures toward an unseen sky. The sculpture’s austere symmetry is softened by subtle irregularities, implying that identity and lineage are not fixed monuments but living, shifting balances.