

Suspended within a spare, arching frame, two attenuated figures seem grown from moss and memoryβone grounded in a poised step, the other seated lightly as if resting on breath, a flute raised to summon an unheard melody. The bronze-green patina reads like weathered bark, turning anatomy into landscape and suggesting that song, like growth, is both fragile and enduring. Above, the small birds perched on the arc seal the scene with quiet witness, transforming the structure into a threshold where nature, music, and companionship hover between shelter and freedom.







