I struggled with this piece for a long time. It felt as though it would never resolve itself or find a true sense of balance. I kept adjusting and refining, almost giving up—until I suddenly realized it was finished. This piece was lost for a long time, but it was able to find its way back.

To me, it embodies the passage of time. I see the anatomy of a heart, momentarily at rest between two beats. I see the gently decayed skull of a desert dweller, uncovered after years of solitude. I see time itself, captured in both fleeting moments and vast expanses. All of it contained within a single vessel—just as we carry the many stories of our own lives.