October 2026

Oso

This one is a bear. Oso.

The face is all roar. Teeth, brow, the fur cut into the wax before it ever saw fire. That’s the rage.

Turn it over and it’s just silver. Brushed, a little raw, the cast as it came out of the plaster. That’s the pure.

One piece. If it’s still here when you ask, it’s yours to talk about.