A taut line stretched between weight and grace. The wood, charred by fire, carries the imprint of a carbonized memory a material both fragile and sovereign. Beneath it, marble jerrycans stand in a frozen surge, suspended between solidity and collapse. The rubber straps, the last human traces, hold the tension as if the structure itself were containing its own fall.

Functional sculpture or sacrificial furniture, Brutalist Bench probes the beauty of imbalance that fleeting instant when control falters and gives way to surrender.