This surreal assemblage turns the familiar spiral of a snail into a theatrical chamber of looking: a single, unblinking eye nested at the center, ringed by fleshy ridges that hover between ornament and anatomy. The coiled shell reads like a vortex of time and habit, while the raised mechanical wand—part scepter, part instrument—suggests a creature conducting its own metamorphosis under scrutiny. Glossy blacks and bruised metallics press against a sickly chartreuse band, creating a tension between comic whimsy and bodily unease, as if the work is asking whether perception is protection or captivity. In the end, it feels less like a monster than a metaphor—an embodied gaze that crawls forward, burdened by what it cannot stop seeing.