The Soil on My Head

This piece grew out of a moment when everything felt like it was collapsing inward. I had just learned I have health issues that may limit what I can do, and that realization sat heavily with me. I have always carried a strong sense of ambition and urgency to create and to live fully, but suddenly my body felt like a fragile cage. The sculpture embodies that tension through tangled accessories and broken metal that feel chaotic and unrelenting. The forms reach outward but fold back into themselves, endlessly intertwining. When placed in darkness, it casts shadows that overwhelm the walls and grow larger than the object itself. The light makes the work visible, but also exposes every sharp edge and sense of confinement, intensifying the feeling of hopelessness.