Chechen Burl Cap (Metopium brownei) with stainless steel and epoxy inlays.
12 lbs. 14” x 11” x 6”
Every spark of thought is a synapse—brief, charged, and alive in its moment. Across the brain’s intricate networks, these sparks give rise to memory, identity, and awareness.
With age, those sparks grow fewer. The cerebral cortex thins, synaptic connections falter, and proteins accumulate in diffuse, hazy tangles. Neural communication slows. What was once fluid becomes intermittent, fragmented.
The sculptural form reflects this condition. Its surface suggests a cortex under strain—folded, pitted, and eroded by time. Embedded metallic spheres punctuate the terrain, functioning as mnemonic markers: isolated memories that persist even as surrounding structure degrades. Polished and reflective, they hold fragments of the present within them, collapsing past and observer into a single moment of recognition.
This work is a meditation on the twilight of the mind—not as sudden absence, but as gradual transformation. Memory does not vanish all at once; it condenses, concentrates, and survives unevenly. What remains are luminous points suspended within a shifting field, bearing quiet witness to what once flowed freely.
Chechen Burl Cap (Metopium brownei) with stainless steel and epoxy inlays.
12 lbs. 14” x 11” x 6”
Every spark of thought is a synapse—brief, charged, and alive in its moment. Across the brain’s intricate networks, these sparks give rise to memory, identity, and awareness.
With age, those sparks grow fewer. The cerebral cortex thins, synaptic connections falter, and proteins accumulate in diffuse, hazy tangles. Neural communication slows. What was once fluid becomes intermittent, fragmented.
The sculptural form reflects this condition. Its surface suggests a cortex under strain—folded, pitted, and eroded by time. Embedded metallic spheres punctuate the terrain, functioning as mnemonic markers: isolated memories that persist even as surrounding structure degrades. Polished and reflective, they hold fragments of the present within them, collapsing past and observer into a single moment of recognition.
This work is a meditation on the twilight of the mind—not as sudden absence, but as gradual transformation. Memory does not vanish all at once; it condenses, concentrates, and survives unevenly. What remains are luminous points suspended within a shifting field, bearing quiet witness to what once flowed freely.
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