

Rising from its warm wooden plinth, the dark, polished form twists inward like a held breath, its smooth planes interrupted by a single hollow that reads as both wound and sanctuary. Light slides across the surface in restrained highlights, revealing a dialogue between concealment and revelationβan organic geometry that suggests a body without becoming one, a presence shaped by absence. The sculptureβs upward torque and compressed interior space create a quiet tension, as if growth is inseparable from rupture, and resilience is forged in the curve around what cannot be filled.







