Breath with me. Bend with me. Feel my spirit rise-my strength, my soul unfolding. Watch me move, not to be seen, but to be felt. This is not performance; it is presence. Not a spectacle, but a becoming. A silent invocation. A remembering of self. / foraged wood and leaves, resin, glue, plaster, paint / 3’ T x 9” W x 10” D/ 2025