Fragmented

Fragmented assembles a human head from nothing but triangles — dozens of cut steel pieces welded edge to edge until the silhouette resolves into something unmistakably a face. The heat from welding wasn't suppressed or corrected; it was used. Each triangle carries its own spectrum of blues, golds, and iridescent oranges depending on exactly how long the torch touched it, making the surface read differently under every light condition.

The form is legible from across a room and increasingly fractured up close, which is the point. Identity — the thing a face is supposed to anchor — is shown here as a constructed thing, an agreement between fragments that only holds from the right distance.