Swing Machine

This sculptural assemblage reads like a hand-built engine of memory—an intricate timber contraption where turned cylinders, pegs, and brackets interlock with the stubborn logic of craft rather than industry. Its warm, scarred surfaces hold the record of labor, and the shifting densities of form create a rhythm between propulsion and restraint, as if the object were perpetually on the verge of motion yet anchored by its own weight. Balanced on a boat-like base, it suggests a vessel for passage—across time, across work, across lineage—transforming utilitarian fragments into a quiet allegory of ingenuity and survival.