

This sculptural column reads like a relic pulled from an industrial ruin and slowly reclaimed by an alien botany—its rigid, striated architecture interrupted by soft, folded forms that curl and cling like growths or memories. The palette of graphite greys and bruised blacks is pierced by oxidized turquoise edges, a corrosion-like halo that turns decay into ornament and suggests time as an active collaborator. Compositional tension arises from the vertical severity of the block against the lateral drift of the ruffled bands, creating a quiet drama between containment and eruption. In its tactile contrasts—stone-like grain against velvet-dark swellings—the work proposes endurance not as purity, but as transformation.







