Figures
Built through slow accumulation - clay, sand, pastel, paint, varnish layered over weeks and months - these figures appear to wrap themselves in shells of quiet.
The surface shifts: smooth then rough, dark then light. Only the face remains uncovered, though it too feels mask-like, slightly unreal.
Standing on marble or wood, bound in place, they seem to have paused for too long. Small beings, gentle yet somehow strong, resting peacefully inside themselves.
Their presence is calming, reassuring, empathetic.
Exterminating Angel
A pale figure stands with a calm, unreadable face, half-hidden above a wrap of soft grey wool. Sharp black spikes jut outward like warnings, stark against the muted textures. The body rises in a narrow, uneven column, rough and almost eroded, as if shaped by long resolve. It's severity is in the stillness, the way it stands without yielding. On a dark round base, the figure holds its ground, an angel not of comfort but of boundaries, composed and unmovable.
Liberty is sleeping
A tall, pale figure stands with eyes gently closed, her face emerging softly from a halo of grey wool. Dark spikes jut from the wool like a crown, sharp yet strangely tender. Her surface is rough and luminous, a vertical drift of white that narrows and settles at her feet. There is a sense of stillness held deep inside her; a figure pausing, resting, withdrawn into her self. She feels like a monument caught in an everlasting moment of sleep, quiet liberty folded in upon herself, dreaming.
