

This sculptural vignette stages the world as an iron lattice—part globe, part cage—where corroded meridians and gilded continents cling like exhausted maps to a structure that both contains and defines. At its center, a small blue-green creature sits in mute suspension, its glossy surfaces catching light like a stranded sea-polished relic, while the coppery bird perched on the rim reads as a fragile emissary of escape. The dialogue of patinas—verdigris, rust, and gold—turns geography into psyche, suggesting a tender fable about stewardship, captivity, and the uneasy hope of flight within systems we inherit.