



A low, horizontal relief unfolds like a sedimented memory: warm coppery planes cradle pale, weathered fragments that read as driftwood or bone, suspended in quiet tension against the void of the dark ground. The workβs restrained palette lets light do the speakingβglancing off hammered dimples and creased surfaces so that every scar becomes a small constellation of touch and time. Composed as a band of compressed horizon, it suggests a shoreline of the mind where erosion is not loss but refinement, binding the organic and the metallic into a single, patient archaeology.







