

Carved into a compact, mask-like mass, this lapis-blue sculpture compresses a face into essential curves—eyes as hollowed basins, a single ridge of nose, and a mouth suggested by a sweeping arc—so that identity becomes both intimate and archetypal. The saturated ultramarine, flecked with pale mineral veins, behaves like a night sky fractured by dust, letting light catch on scars and polish in equal measure, as if time itself were part of the medium. Its near-symmetry steadies the form while subtle asymmetries keep it psychologically alive, holding the viewer in the uneasy space between serenity and silent vigilance.