This sculpture considers life as momentary yet resonant — an imprint that extends beyond its own brief duration. It begins with touch and ends in its undoing. What remains is the trace: a whisper of movement, a held breath.
Here, impermanence becomes an active space, a resonance rather than a loss.
Clay remembers. Pressure, heat, intention—each leaves its mark. Cracks, voids, and softened contours form a quiet language of what persists. In the fire, some traces fade while others sharpen, mirroring the truth that nothing remains unchanged, even in stillness.