This sculptural hand rises like an eroded relic, its surface bruised with verdigris greens and earthen stains that suggest time’s slow chemistry and the persistence of touch. From its fissures sprout delicate, disc-like stems—part fungal bloom, part candleholder—turning the gesture into a quiet ecology where decay becomes ornament and survival becomes ritual. The composition balances weight and fragility: a monumental palm anchored in shadow while slender protrusions map a constellation of small offerings, as if the body itself were a terrain that remembers. In this tension between corrosion and emergence, the work reads as a meditation on endurance—how what is broken can still host light, growth, and reverence.