The watchful hand

I created this bronze hand as an anchor, an ancient gesture, charged with memory. Bronze retains the traces of fire, weight and sedimentary time. It holds, it resists. Around it, I drew wire branches. I twisted them by hand, slowly, as if following the path of a root or a branch beaten by the wind. Wire allows me to write in this fragile way: it's hard and yet supple, industrial and yet alive. It becomes a tree, a network, a breath. On these branches, I've suspended clear, almost translucent fragments, like dry leaves or slivers of mineral skin. They catch the light, vibrate with the slightest movement, and contrast with the dark density of the bronze. In this work, the hand doesn't grasp. It accompanies. It supports an airy, unstable growth made of threads, voids and light. It's my way of talking about the link between man and nature: a rooted strength, surrounded by fragility, always