Held invites you to place it where softness lives in your space — near the light, or where you pause to breathe. It holds the stillness after connection, and the quiet certainty of being met.
There are no faces here, and there don’t need to be.
Two figures, barely separate, hold one another in a moment that could be now or long ago. Their hands — tender, expressive, revealing — carry the whole history of what it means to love, to merge, to remember.
This work was born from a live figure session and completed intuitively in the quiet of home — but it speaks beyond the studio. It speaks in the language of smoke dancing in sunlight. Of clouds folding into each other. Of souls that touch and part and touch again.
The hands — layered, open, sometimes hesitant — are where the truth sits. They tell us everything: the longing, the joy, the weight that was shared. Their placement becomes a kind of body-script: not about identity, but about human presence.
Hints of colour echo emotion:
Green, for the heart.
Blue, for the soul and the sky.
Yellow, for the light that remains when two beings have learned how to hold — not cling, but hold.
Look closely and you’ll see small diamond patterns tucked into the limbs — like a whisper from a joker’s sleeve. A reminder not to take it all too seriously. Even in our most tender entanglements, there is room for play.
This piece includes subtle silver point detailing, drawing light into form with a gentle metallic thread. A quiet refinement that catches differently depending on the light — just like memory.