Two forms, bronze and heavy.
One stands, one falls.
They speak of culture in motion,
where closeness becomes distance,
where belonging becomes silence.
From togetherness to isolation,
from the warmth of the collective
to the scatter of the individual,
they echo the shock of arrival
in worlds that measure value differently.
These forms multiply into crowds and absences
into clusters of warmth and fields of distance.
One stands, one falls.
They speak of culture in motion,
where closeness becomes distance,
where belonging becomes silence.
From togetherness to isolation,
from the warmth of the collective
to the scatter of the individual,
they echo the shock of arrival
in worlds that measure value differently.
These forms multiply into crowds and absences
into clusters of warmth and fields of distance.
They are us,
they are migration,
they are the weight of belonging lost,
and the quite beauty of resilience found.
