

Rising from the grass like an unearthed relic, this hand-like form—crusted in pinks and mossy greens—feels simultaneously organic and haunted, as if flesh has slowly mineralized into landscape. The small, brass-like discs perched along its protrusions punctuate the vertical ascent with quiet, ritualistic notes, turning the gesture into a votive structure that receives light rather than merely reflects it. Against the cool, emptied backdrop, the sculpture’s weathered surface becomes a map of endurance: decay rendered tender, and touch transformed into monument. Its posture hovers between blessing and petrification, suggesting the fragile boundary where presence lingers even as the body yields to time.







