Untitled 2 (Seat of Power)

Suspended within a diamond of turbulent teal and earthen haze, the ribcage becomes an emptied reliquary—at once architectural and vulnerably human—outlined by a strict geometric frame that reads like a measured containment. From this hollowed torso rises a small, throne-like form, a paradox of authority perched atop absence, suggesting how power or identity can be installed where breath and flesh have receded. The sweeping, wind-scored marks around the figure behave like unseen currents of memory, pressing against the rigid lines as if the body were both specimen and sanctuary. In the tension between organic bone and drafted geometry, the work stages a quiet meditation on mortality, control, and the fragile scaffolding of selfhood.