I Am Bastar (Reaching for the Sky)

This attenuated bronze figure rises like a whispered prayer, the body stretched into an almost impossible verticality that turns anatomy into aspiration. The lifted arms and upturned face catch light along the burnished planes, while the deep patina settles into recesses like accumulated memory, giving the gesture a quiet gravity rather than spectacle. By reducing flesh to a slender column anchored on delicate feet, the sculptor stages a tension between fragility and resolve—an emblem of endurance that insists on reaching beyond its own limits. The small skirt-like flare at the hips reads as a final human trace, a soft punctuation against the statue’s ascetic, skyward pull.