

This sculpted hand rises in a quiet, declarative gesture—part benediction, part refusal—its elongated fingers held together as if concentrating intention into a single, suspended moment. The oxidized turquoise patina, mottled with earthen rust, turns skin into landscape, suggesting time’s weathering and the way touch accumulates memory rather than marks. Set against the stark white void, the form reads like an icon stripped of narrative, inviting contemplation of presence itself: what it means to signal, to bless, to protect, or simply to be seen. The small metal fitting at the crown subtly anchors the piece in the world of making, where the spiritual and the industrial meet at the seam of the wrist.







