A standing body—yet incomplete. As if caught in the moment just after decapitation, it remains upright. Not bowed, but severed. This absence does not imply defeat, but rather a radical choice: freedom, even at the cost of life. The embedded rope texture speaks of wounds, bondage, and the transition toward release. Colorful beads encircle a neck that is no longer there—like a ceremonial collar or a farewell wreath. The Head That Chose the Sky captures the instant where will transcends the body. A surrender—not to force, but to conviction.
