Attrition

This is a weeping monument of spiritual cannibalism, a form worn down by the forces it was meant to resist. The body becomes an artifact of its own surrender, a topography of loss. This gradual erosion is not a defeat but a liberation—a quiet rebellion of surrender where the figure welcomes being worn away. The only escape is to become a canvas for the world to write upon.

Hollowed out and beautiful, the figure stands as a testament to a life lived fully, sometimes returning to crystalline moments for bearings or finding itself stripped down to its essential self.