

This sculptural form—at once animal-bodied and uncannily human in its vulnerability—lies collapsed into itself like a relic of tenderness after impact. The pale, weathered surface is mottled with bruised ochres and ash-like stains, while the dark seams and fissures read as sutures: evidence of fracture, repair, and the quiet violence of handling. Cartoonish, mask-like markings drift across the skin as if memory has been hastily sketched back onto a body that no longer fully belongs to itself, turning the piece into a meditation on innocence interrupted and the uneasy intimacy of the gaze. Its compressed pose closes space inward, making the surrounding emptiness feel clinical—an examination room for empathy.







