

This sculptural assemblage stages a quiet drama between weight and will: a burnished gourd, poised like a swollen vessel of desire, is hoisted on a tense wooden armature that reads simultaneously as insectile body and improvised machine. The composition leans forward into risk, its angular limbs braced against the base while a hard-edged shadow extends the form into a second, more anxious presenceβan echo of consequence. Warm ochres and charred browns suggest both ripeness and singe, as if ambition has been tempered by friction, turning βcatalystβ into a meditation on how agency is built from strain, leverage, and fragile balance.







