I see bronze as a woman. She carries within herself a child emerging from her depths, in a slow, organic, almost sacred movement. This inner void, this hollow, is not absence—it is a womb, a passageway. Porcelain, soft and fragile, becomes the source. It envelops, welcomes, breathes. I love this tension between the density of bronze and the lightness of porcelain: one embodies strength, the other tenderness. Together, they recount an intimate metamorphosis, a body in fusion, a silent birth. For me, this piece is a tribute to the power of the feminine, to fertile vulnerability, to that which transforms quietly.