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The figure is frozen in a smile that offers no warmth.
It isn’t joy, and it isn’t cruelty in the obvious sense, it’s something colder. A smile stripped of empathy. A reminder that judgment does not need anger to be final.
What struck me was the stare. Unmoved. Unimpressed. As if it were looking through the viewer rather than at them. There is no negotiation in that gaze. No reassurance. It suggests a presence that does not care how you feel, only whether you measure up. The smile doesn’t invite; it evaluates.
This piece was born from that tension. The discomfort of being seen without being understood. Of standing before something that reflects not who you want to be, but who you are when excuses fall away. The statue does not threaten. It simply waits. And in that waiting, it asks a quiet question: What have you done with the life you were given?