

Rising from dark, anchoring plinths, the sculptures unfurl as airy constellations of rusted circles and slender rods, where repetition becomes a quiet language of connection. The open rings—part flower head, part diagram—hold light within their emptiness, turning negative space into the work’s most active material. Their slight asymmetries and interlocking rhythms suggest a community of signals or thoughts, clustered yet never fully resolved, as if memory and mechanism were learning to coexist. In the dialogue between the taller and shorter form, scale reads as intimacy rather than hierarchy: two related presences sharing the same breath of space.







