

This assemblage reads like a myth engineered in metalβan animal-form forged from gears, vents, and treaded anatomy, where the language of industry is coerced into something sentient and ceremonial. The cool, bruised blues of the ground hold the structure in a suspended hush, while the warm brass and rusted reds pulse with latent heat, suggesting both endurance and slow decay. By pairing the mechanized beast with a spear-like totem, the work stages a quiet confrontation between propulsion and ritual, as if modern power must still answer to older symbols of authority and protection. In its meticulous circuitry of parts, the piece becomes a meditation on how we build our guardiansβand how easily guardians become machines.







