Reduced to a stark dialogue between black mass and white silence, the figure-like construction reads as a chair that has become a body—upright yet precariously self-assembled. The fractured angles and emphatic strokes create a nervous rhythm, as if the form is caught between sitting and collapsing, presence and absence. Its long, splayed lines trail outward like a shadow that refuses to obey, suggesting the spill of memory or fatigue beyond the limits of the object. In this spare geometry, stability becomes a question rather than a promise, and the emptiness around it feels as charged as the structure itself.