This green box fan sculpture is quietly brilliant—it takes the familiar form of a vintage appliance and renders it with a kind of reverent absurdity. The casing, with its rounded edges and textured surface, feels both retro and futuristic, like something salvaged from a dream of mid-century domesticity. The fan blades inside are stylized just enough to suggest motion, but the whole thing is frozen, contemplative.
What’s striking is how the sculpture leans into the object’s ordinariness while elevating it through material and form. The layered texture is like sediment or growth—transforming a utilitarian device into something geological or biological. It’s not just a fan anymore; it’s a relic, a character, maybe even a shrine to airflow and forgotten summers.
It doesn’t shout, but it holds space. It’s the kind of object that asks viewers to reconsider what they overlook, and in doing so, it becomes something entirely new.
14" tall, 13" long, 7" wide $