

Suspended in an austere field of white, the work reads as a calibrated talisman—two joined triangles forming a poised rhombus that hovers between ascent and gravity. Its upper plane, pale and worn like weathered stone, bears a faint inscribed triangle that suggests an interior map or sealed threshold, while the lower section descends into a dense stratum of metallic shards that catch light in muted, industrial flickers. The composition’s strict symmetry is continually unsettled by texture and reflection, turning the object into a meditation on construction and erosion, on how ideals harden into structure and then fracture into lived experience. In its quiet vertical pull, the piece stages a dialogue between monument and relic, as if the future were being assembled from the remnants of what has already collapsed.







