

This sculptural tableau stages a body that is present only in fragments—an intent, upturned head and two elongated legs—while the chair’s back becomes a ruptured grid, like a broken clockface or shattered window through which absence is made visible. The warm wood frames the scene with domestic familiarity, yet the oxidized bronze flesh reads as weathered and time-stained, suggesting endurance rather than comfort. Suspended at the center of the fractured lattice, a small object hangs like a caught thought, tightening the work’s emotional register into a meditation on restraint, memory, and the uneasy architecture that holds a self together.







