Object #4//a shape that refused to land

No creature, no tool, this object oscillates between the senses. His arms stretch out with tension, as if frozen in midair — or in thought. There is no good way to hold it or reason to orient it. He does not offer anything except his presence. Not designed to serve, but to provoke: a gesture without a destination. Starting point for possible multiples. Some see it as a movement. Others, a silence. It waits, unanchored — not yet a function, not yet a memory. Unique piece