Description: A withered form growing out of a skull, holding a lifeless creature in its branches — a brutal union between memory and mortality. This piece evokes humanity’s silent convergence with its inevitable fate: the dust.
This sculpture stands at the crossroads of memory, mortality, and meaninglessness. A skeletal root, a lifeless tree, and a twisted human form come together in a haunting display of stillness. There is no motion, no redemption—only a silent presence, suspended between earth and void.
It echoes Omar Khayyam’s fatalism:
“The green that now delights your eye / Shall from your dust one day arise.”
The artist builds this visual poem with wood, bone, and metal—natural elements turned into metaphors for the inevitable return to dust.
The human figure does not resist. It leans, it yields. The tree above it offers no fruit, only chains. But those chains do not bind—they witness. They remind us that even in our stance, we are shaped by decay.
There is no cry here, no sermon—only stillness. This is not a lament; it is an ontological presence. Union of Dust and Delusion does not promise meaning. It offers awareness. And in that awareness, perhaps, a kind of dignity
