Between worlds lies a threshold, where perception falters and assumptions unravel. To one born in absence, the sudden bloom of color may seem chaotic, even unbearable. To another, shaped by vibrancy, the stark stillness of a gray world may feel like the slow erosion of the soul. But in the meeting of opposites, a deeper question emerges: Who determines what is beauty, and what is despair? Which truth holds weight — and by whose measure? Polymer clay on preserved wood with embellishments. Approximately 12” x 3” x 6’ tall.
Between worlds lies a threshold, where perception falters and assumptions unravel. To one born in absence, the sudden bloom of color may seem chaotic, even unbearable. To another, shaped by vibrancy, the stark stillness of a gray world may feel like the slow erosion of the soul. But in the meeting of opposites, a deeper question emerges: Who determines what is beauty, and what is despair? Which truth holds weight — and by whose measure? Polymer clay on preserved wood with embellishments. Approximately 12” x 3” x 6’ tall.
