Not Me 1

This slender metal figure stands like a quiet sentinel, its softened, almost faceless head withholding identity so the gesture—arms drawn inward around a carved tablet—becomes the true portrait of devotion. The vertical column of incised script reads as both ornament and burden, a spine of memory that the body supports with disciplined tenderness. Subtle shifts of patina catch the light like time’s fingerprints, turning the surface into a meditation on endurance, faith, and the intimacy between keeper and kept word.