§ 01 Where it began

Found this plywood in a construction dumpster. Three sheets, already cut, like they were waiting. The eyes came first — not planned, just happened. One watching up, two watching out.

§ 02 Process

Started thinking about how we're always being seen from angles we can't control. How many versions of ourselves exist in other people's heads. The mouth came last — couldn't decide if it should speak or stay silent. Chose the in-between.

§ 03 Emergence

Sometimes the wood shows through on purpose. Let the material have its say too. The purple pupils weren't about mysticism — just the only paint I had left that day. But maybe that's the point. We make meaning from what's available.