

Three polished stone forms rise like quiet sentinels, each twist suggesting a figure in the act of becomingβpart flame, part torso, part seed. The warm blush and ochre veining behaves as an internal weather system, letting light skim the curves and then sink into milky seams that read like memory trapped in mineral. Set against the dark ground and anchored by austere wooden plinths, the sculpture stages a dialogue between the raw patience of geology and the human impulse to refine, monumentalize, and name what remains ultimately fluid. In their subtle variations, the trio proposes a meditation on identity: not a fixed portrait, but a sequence of transformations held in stillness.







