Resting quietly on the floor, a snare drum becomes the unlikely base for a delicate yet chaotic constellation of objects—violin bows, tangled cables, feathered elements, and a single drumstick pierced through the structure like a line of force. The piece reads like a collapsed instrument or a forgotten ritual tool: part creature, part weapon, part relic.
By juxtaposing elements of sound, tension, and care, the work contemplates the body's relation to performance and exhaustion. The snare, a symbol of rhythm and command, is no longer playable—it absorbs weight rather than emitting it. Nearby, a heap of metallic chains softens into the corner, suggesting labor’s residue or the shedding of restraint.
The sculpture invites stillness, but buzzes with latent motion. It asks: when the beat stops, what remains?