Lost Fortune (Urban Leviathan)

This sculptural fish reads like an ecological fable: a living body rendered in burnished, ocean-worn patina, made heavy with history, while a thicket of metallic spires erupts from its back like a city skyline colonizing the seabed. The composition pivots between fluid anatomy and rigid architecture—scales and fins still insist on motion, yet the verticals pin the creature into a suspended, specimen-like stillness. Light catches the oxidized blues and bronzes with a bruised iridescence, suggesting beauty that survives contamination, and the open mouth becomes a silent alarm—an inhale that cannot quite become breath. In that tension, the work frames modern progress as an invasive growth, asking whether the future we build is carried by nature or carved into it.