

This work stages an everyday object—the humble sandal—as a protagonist in a quiet drama of passage and refusal, splitting the pair across a plank bristling with nail-like thorns. The cool, clinical white ground sharpens the irony: comfort is rendered precarious, and the simplest act of walking becomes a negotiation with pain, risk, and consequence. Rusted surfaces and worn straps speak of labor and time, while the central spiked corridor reads as a charged border—between safety and harm, complicity and escape, the impulse to move and the cost of moving. In its spare geometry and tactile brutality, the piece turns domestic familiarity into a meditation on obstacles that are both constructed and endured.







