Carved into totemic blocks, these striped wooden figures hover between mask and monument, their faces revealed only in slivers—an eye, a grin—like identities caught in the act of becoming. The alternating bands of matte black and warm grainy wood create a hypnotic rhythm that both unifies and fractures the bodies, turning volume into a kind of optical chant. As the forms rotate, typography slips into the sculpture like a whispered slogan, suggesting coded language, social labeling, or an urban heraldry pressed onto ancestral geometry. The work holds a tense duality: playful and graphic at first glance, yet quietly unsettling in how it stages visibility, concealment, and the performance of self.