The Full Moon Is Like Burnt Bread

This sculptural head reads like a vessel of withheld speech: a heavy, hooded cavity opening upward while a thin, muted mouth seals the face into near-silence. The dialogue between raw, dark wood and weathered metal sets tenderness against severity, as if memory has been strapped to matter and asked to endure. By presenting multiple angles, the work turns observation into a slow ritual—each viewpoint revealing a different balance of protection and exposure, suggesting an inner life that is both sheltered and on display. Its pared-down features become an archetype, inviting the viewer to project their own anxieties and hopes into the hollowed space where thoughts seem to gather.