Category: Sculpture

A room breathes. Not with lungs, but with latex. Not with rhythm, but with rupture. Inside, bodies do not move

There are stones that wait. Not passively, not silently, but with the breathless tension of a soul pushing outward. In

There are moments when the body ceases to be a boundary and becomes breath, when skin no longer separates but

In the dim corners of memory, where love coils around trauma and tenderness dances with terror, Louise Bourgeois carved her

Contemplative Opening There is a silence that hovers in the space between gestures—a breath unspoken, a tension vibrating between presence

In the hush of stone, something stirs. A body leans, bends, emerges—half-buried in its own materiality. From the mute weight

There are moments in art when matter breathes — when marble exhales, and silence grows weighty as a sigh between

There are sculptures that seem carved from rock, and there are others that feel exhaled from the soul. In the