TRAGODIA SERIES

Tragodia I

Tragodia I centres on a face held between two structures: a halo of rings rising from the crown, and a fractured lattice of bronze and rust extending from the shoulder, where a window or screen might once have stood. The eyes are closed. A line of verdigris runs beneath them, left by weathering rather than grief, though the two are easy to confuse in this material.

The halo is not decorative. It belongs to the visual language of icons and saints, worn down here into something closer to scaffolding than glory — a reminder that reverence erodes along with everything else it’s attached to. Tragodia I asks whether a face can still hold presence once its context has fallen away. It does, though not in the way that presence was originally given: what remains is structure, not the memory the structure was built to hold.