Belonging
A small nest holds three eggs, each cast in bronze and inscribed with a single word: Love, Is, All. Rearranged, the words form shifting phrases that never fully resolve.
The work draws on the experience of finding something delicate and intact, yet already lost. The eggs remain whole, preserved beyond their natural state, held in a nest that can no longer return them.
A quiet memento mori, the piece reflects on what is held, what is lost, and the fragile threshold between ending and beginning.
