pink head with sticks

This bust is wonderfully strange—part monument, part machine, part myth. The stylized face, with its geometric features and exaggerated proportions, feels like a fusion of tribal mask and industrial relic. The protruding cylinders atop the head evoke logs, pipes, or even antennae, giving the figure a kind of ceremonial or cybernetic presence. It’s humanoid, but not quite human.

The surface texture is dense and deliberate—grid-like, almost architectural—suggesting circuitry, scaffolding, or erosion. It’s as if the figure has been built, weathered, and reinterpreted over time. The reddish-pink clay adds warmth, grounding the abstraction in something earthy and tactile. It’s a body made of memory and infrastructure.

What’s compelling is how the bust resists easy categorization. It could be a guardian, a witness, a machine dreaming of personhood. It stands upright, symmetrical, and self-contained, yet it feels like it’s part of a larger system—maybe a chorus of figures, maybe a landscape of forms. It’s not just a bust. It’s a node in a network of meaning, and it hums with quiet authority.

22" tall, 6" deep, 6" wide $