A single, thick curve of bismuth emerges from a red velvet ring like a tongue or tendril. The surface is textured with quiet ridges, soft wrinkles, and almost mammalian folds. From some angles it reads as vegetal—an unfurling root or exotic tuber. From others, it recalls the dense muscle of a limb or the blunt gesture of penetration. This is a quiet piece—its sexuality is implied rather than announced. Its curvature suggests motion, or rest just after.
