

This uncanny sculptural tableau stages a hybrid body fused to a skeletal tricycle, where burnished, bruise-like browns and charred textures suggest a life patched together from scrap and survival. The elongated front wheel and taut handlebar pull the eye forward, yet the clustered faces—stacked in uneasy intimacy—turn motion into psychological stasis, as if progress is only a performance. In the stark openness of grass and neutral sky, the figure reads like a wandering relic: part carnivalesque, part post-industrial lament, exposing how mobility can become a cage when identity is mechanically assembled.







