Cobalt blue eyes catch the stray light filtering through the workshop, projecting an intent that demands more than mere sight from the surrounding space. Each deliberate strike of the mallet against the marble seeks to reconcile the heavy weight of the stone with the subtle, pulsing rhythm of a heartbeat. As dust settles into the fine cracks of the half-finished bust, a quiet symmetry emerges between the hand’s movement and the stubborn resistance of the grain. In this stillness, what was once raw matter finds its first moment of alignment.
