Suspended against a quiet field of wall, this sculptural balance turns judgment into a tender, fallible gesture: a pale hand, emerging from a circular wood void, steadies an uneven scale as if moderating the forces it has unleashed. The cool, industrial chains and plates pull downward with gravity’s plain insistence, yet the left pan’s gilded lotus—dense with folded petals—introduces a counterweight of renewal, suggesting that beauty and resilience can outweigh what is merely measured. In the dialogue between warm wood grain, muted metal, and the soft corporeality of the hand, the work frames justice not as a fixed metric but as a lived negotiation between the material world and the possibility of transcendence.