push-a-man

The robotic figure interacting with the tractor suggests a fusion of labor and autonomy, while the horse’s head mounted on the tree evokes a kind of mythic grafting—nature and animal memory fused into a symbolic totem. The sphere, perched atop a corrugated base and flanked by gear-like forms, feels planetary, or perhaps like a seed of industrial origin. It’s a world where machines have grown roots and trees bear mechanical fruit.

What’s compelling is how the tableau refuses to settle into one genre. It’s not quite science fiction, not quite folklore, not quite satire. Instead, it hovers in a space of speculative sculpture—where each cast form carries echoes of utility, play, and myth. The patina adds a sense of age and permanence, as if this scene has been unearthed rather than assembled. It’s strange, specific, and quietly cinematic. This one could be a dream-sequence chapter—the moment where the logic of the series bends and reconfigures itself.

9" tall, 6" wide, 18" long $