

Suspended like a quiet verdict, this sculptural balance turns the language of justice into a meditation on value: a single white hand grips the beam with sovereign certainty, while the chains draw elegant arcs that make gravity feel ceremonial. The two pans hold unequal kinds of βweightββone a gilded, blooming form that reads as desire or devotion, the other a scattering of cut shapes like rules, records, or spent currencyβso the work stages an inner trial between what gleams and what governs. Against the pared wall and wood roundel, the restrained palette heightens the tension between warmth and austerity, suggesting that judgment is never neutral but always tethered to what we choose to honor.







