A small vertical presence rises, almost a spine made of light, holding something that refuses to be named.
Between the title and the material, a soft irony unfolds: polystyrene, fragile and pale, pierced by pins that both sustain and wound.
Happiness appears here as a delicate negotiation, a moment balanced on the verge of falling.
Its fullness is inseparable from the risk of disappearance; it exists only where loss is already near.
Sealed inside an acrylic box, the piece offers itself to the eye but denies the hand.
Transparency does not free it—it intensifies the distance, making desire sharper, more conscious.
Lightness and sting share the same body, shaping an emotion that never settles.
Happiness, in this space, is not a place to arrive at but a vibration—
a brief, trembling spark that survives only while it is held, protected, and already fading
