Felines Can Either Purr or Roar, but Not Both

This piece holds two textural modes in close proximity without asking them to agree. One concrete face is cast and square and sharp; the opposite is chiseled into a controlled crumble. Organic live edges of glass spill over the concrete so that its roughness reads inside while the frame stays precise. A wedge runs through the center of the work so that each side squares to a different plane, and the lines you expect to meet drift apart as you move. From one vantage the geometry clarifies, a few steps later it slips, and then it briefly clicks back into place.

Movement and light complete the reading. In reflected light the core feels obscured and the surface turns flat. With strong light through the glass, the buried layers open and depth returns. For me, this is a place for things that do not reconcile, refinement beside fracture and clarity beside doubt. The work does not close the gap; it makes space for that tension and lets it be seen.