

This sculptural tableau gathers faceless bodies into a dense, charred congregation, where the roughened surface reads like ash—memory made material—and the absence of individual features turns the crowd into a single, shared fate. A steep, mountain-like spine anchors the composition while branching, tree-forms puncture the air, creating a tense vertical lift against the press of figures below, as if hope and witness rise from the same ground as suffering. Light skims the dark mass to reveal pockets of gesture—reaching arms, collapsed limbs—so the work oscillates between communal endurance and quiet catastrophe, a monument to how humanity shelters, wounds, and sustains itself at once.







