This sculpture carries the astonishment of seeing something weightless take shape in stone. The body is reduced to an elegant silhouette- torso, waist, and gentle curvature, yet what truly animates it are the rippling lines that travel down its length. They read like waves of air made visible, as though a passing breeze has brushed against marble and left its imprint.

The artist uses these rhythmic grooves not as decoration but as movement itself. They guide the eye in a single, unbroken flow from the crest of the shoulders to the narrowing base, creating a sensation of lift, drift, and softness.

There is no face, no gesture, no narrative- only the suggestion of a human presence shaped entirely by the unseen forces that move around us every day. The sculpture becomes a meditation on what it means to be formed by what we cannot hold: air, time, emotion, memory.

What remains is a figure that feels both grounded and ethereal, as if the breeze itself were granted a momentary body.