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She Who Carries Silence
Resin and Fiber Glass
18"
Bronze. Hallowed. Unapologetically present. She stands like memory cast in metal - ancient, necessary, speaking. The voids where eyes and mouth should be are not absence, but refusal. She does not perform. She endures. Scarred surface, primal stance - this is not fragility, but fossilized strength. A monument to all the women who held worlds without a word. Silence here is sacred. It is resistance carved in stillness. She does not ask to be seen. he stares back, and the world wavers.
18"
Bronze. Hallowed. Unapologetically present. She stands like memory cast in metal - ancient, necessary, speaking. The voids where eyes and mouth should be are not absence, but refusal. She does not perform. She endures. Scarred surface, primal stance - this is not fragility, but fossilized strength. A monument to all the women who held worlds without a word. Silence here is sacred. It is resistance carved in stillness. She does not ask to be seen. he stares back, and the world wavers.
The Silent Witness
Resin and Fiber Glass
24"
A stillness carved into form, The Silent Witness
echoes the quiet strength of unseen lives. With
hollowed eyes and softened edges, it does not command attention -it receives it. The sculpture leans slightly forward, as if listening to thoughts unspoken, holding space for stories that never found words. It is a
companion to Stoic Existence, not in symmetry, but in soul- both born from the same inward gaze. Where one carries the weight of dreams, this one honours the gravity
of presence. It reminds us that silence is not absence. Sometimes, it is the most generous thing in the room.
24"
A stillness carved into form, The Silent Witness
echoes the quiet strength of unseen lives. With
hollowed eyes and softened edges, it does not command attention -it receives it. The sculpture leans slightly forward, as if listening to thoughts unspoken, holding space for stories that never found words. It is a
companion to Stoic Existence, not in symmetry, but in soul- both born from the same inward gaze. Where one carries the weight of dreams, this one honours the gravity
of presence. It reminds us that silence is not absence. Sometimes, it is the most generous thing in the room.
Stoic Existence
Resin and Fiber Glass
18"
Stoic Existence stands still, yet speaks volumes. Its angular form and oversized head cradle the silent storm of unspoken
dreams. The hollow eyes do not seek - they reflect. This is not a sculpture of surrender, but of quiet endurance. A presence shaped by thought, tempered by time. It holds the invisible weight we all carry: aspirations, questions, longings.
In its stillness lies strength. In its silence,
story. It does not reach for meaning - it becomes it. A mirror for the soul that listens.
18"
Stoic Existence stands still, yet speaks volumes. Its angular form and oversized head cradle the silent storm of unspoken
dreams. The hollow eyes do not seek - they reflect. This is not a sculpture of surrender, but of quiet endurance. A presence shaped by thought, tempered by time. It holds the invisible weight we all carry: aspirations, questions, longings.
In its stillness lies strength. In its silence,
story. It does not reach for meaning - it becomes it. A mirror for the soul that listens.
Embrace Within
Made in Clay
24"
Embrace Within is a sculpture that breathes. Cloaked in deep green-
like jade, like renewal-it folds into itself, cradling becoming with grace. Its curves speak of softness, not fragility; of strength,
not struggle. Bowed in quiet gratitude, it holds space for stillness, for self. This is not retreat-it is reverence. A gentle ode to inner alchemy, to the power of pause. It reminds us: sometimes, the boldest act is to turn inward and simply hold ourselves.
24"
Embrace Within is a sculpture that breathes. Cloaked in deep green-
like jade, like renewal-it folds into itself, cradling becoming with grace. Its curves speak of softness, not fragility; of strength,
not struggle. Bowed in quiet gratitude, it holds space for stillness, for self. This is not retreat-it is reverence. A gentle ode to inner alchemy, to the power of pause. It reminds us: sometimes, the boldest act is to turn inward and simply hold ourselves.
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