

This sculptural thicket rises from a quiet, vessel-like base as if memory itself were taking rootβfragile shoots and serrated leaves wrought in metal, caught between growth and corrosion. The composition spirals upward in a restless diagonal, letting negative space become breath and pause, while the mottled patina shifts from silvery highlights to bruise-toned depths that suggest weather, time, and survival. Its botanical language feels both intimate and armored, turning the idea of a garden into an elegy: nature preserved, yet never fully tamed, insisting on renewal even in hardened form.







