

A totemic white form rises from the dark like a hushed instrument, its punctured fields and recessed cavities suggesting breath, sound, and the slow labor of communication. The strict vertical axis—disciplined by three lateral braces—turns the body into a calibrated architecture, where voids read as both apertures and wounds, inviting the eye to move inward rather than across the surface. Set against the black ground and anchored by a solitary sphere, the sculpture stages a quiet ritual of balance: purity held in tension with containment, and clarity made poignant by the surrounding silence.







