On the vertigo of self-exploration. A pair of pink mannequin legs hangs vertically from a translucent blue cube, defying the upright posture of walking. Clad in worn athletic sneakers—scuffed, lived-in, bearing the marks of actual use—the artificial limbs dangle in suspension, caught between the external world and the depths below.
The sculpture literalizes a different metaphor: the "inner world" not as a space we emerge from, but as a gravity we fall into. By positioning the legs perpendicular to the ground, the work evokes the vertigo of introspection—that sense of being pulled downward into psychological depths, of interiority as a force rather than a container. The blue cube becomes a portal through which the self descends, or perhaps the point of suspension where the body hangs, arrested between surface and depth.
The Inner World captures the uncanny intimacy of mannequin parts paired with authentic wear, suggesting that our inner lives pull at us with real weight, that the journey inward is less a walk than a fall, and that we dangle perpetually between who we appear to be and who we are inside.
