Twisted

This monumental, mask-like head in burnished metal appears to be caught mid-unfurling, its ribboned voids carving the face into a dialogue between presence and absence. A cool, directional light skims the patinated surface, turning scars of oxidation into a living topography and lending the gaze a disquieting tenderness—half human, half icon. The spiraling incision that opens the crown and cuts across the mouth suggests thought and speech held in suspension, as if identity is not worn as a shell but continually being edited by time. In its poised asymmetry, the sculpture becomes a meditation on selfhood: not a fixed portrait, but an evolving architecture of memory and concealment.