

This spare graphite drawing turns a single vertical trunk into a quiet totem of endurance, its surface patiently modeled with tonal gradations that make the wood feel both weighty and tender. A vine spirals upward like a measured breath—part embrace, part restraint—while the bent crown becomes a perch for a small bird whose stillness reads as vigilance, or blessing. The generous negative space heightens the sense of solitude, allowing the eye to follow the upward climb from root to lookout, as if the work were mapping the fragile pact between growth, support, and the will to remain upright.







