I buried my head but my breath was near
17 Oct 2025, Posted by in Uncategorized
The sculpture titled ‘ I buried my head but my breath was near’ allows you to lay on your back on the floor, and insert your head into the sculpture, looking up on the inside of the sculpture. This act of entry is first and foremost an act of movement. Like sketching with a pencil, the alignment of thought, gesture, and medium requires the right conditions. The pencil must be sharp to produce clear lines. Even if one is not actively drawing, there is an awareness of doing it, the space, the movement, the tool, and the surface are all in dialogue, bound by the limits they share. This secluded stone chamber leads not outward, but inward. It becomes an introspective destination, where “nowhere” and “somewhere” converge. As a sculptural whetstone, it hones what may have become dull through the passage of time, sharpening thoughts, feelings, and perception. It both restricts and liberates.
Stepping into this work, placing your head inside of the sculpture, is also an intentional stepping away from the world outside. You’re left alone with your own thoughts, with the weight and presence of the form, your breath echoing through the enclosure of the sculpture. Yet there’s a sense of exposure, your body mostly uncovered, unable to anticipate harm or judgement. It becomes a space of ambivalence, suspended between safety and threat, belonging and dislocation, somewhere and nowhere at once.












