In Are Eyes

This small, totemic sculpture reduces the human presence to an essential silhouette—an upright capsule of metal whose incised planes suggest a face, a spine, and the faint geometry of a guarded interior life. The patinated surface reads like time made tangible, its mottled greens and browns holding oxidation as a quiet memory while the warm wooden base anchors the form with domestic steadiness. Seen in rotation, the figure becomes a meditation on perspective and solitude: each angle offers a different “profile” of consciousness, as if identity itself were a slow turning between concealment and revelation.