

A serpentine lattice of pale timber sweeps across the frame like a suspended current, its repeating slats translating craftsmanship into rhythm and breath. Light skims the edges, turning the structure into a quiet instrument of shadows where solidity dissolves into pattern and air becomes part of the sculpture. The workβs arc suggests both vessel and vertebraeβan architecture of movement that evokes shelter, travel, and the patient logic of assembly. In this poised balance between engineering and lyricism, the piece reads as a meditation on how order can still feel alive.







