A martyr’s head, clamped by blood and ritual — inverted not in faith, but in fury
And upturned column stands in stillness, bound and bloodstained. From its crossbeam, the mutilated head of a hound, gaze locked forward, dignified and unflinching. This image speaks with stillness: a reflection on control, violence, and refusal. Chains spiral through this piece like a viper, their loops ceremonial, not accidental. The inverted cross isn’t just denial: it’s a challenge. The eyes don’t plead. They endure.