The game of Feather and Throne

In this body of work, I reflect on the allure of love that presents itself as fragile, precious, and in need of care, yet remains unreachable without harm. The form suggests tenderness: soft, delicate, inert. But proximity is punished. What seems like vulnerability is protected by sharpness, and any attempt to touch it is met with pain. The sculpture holds this contradiction quietly, inviting affection while denying access. It is not a warning, but a memory. A portrait of intimacy where one is left aching, not from absence, but from the violence hidden inside beauty.