Context is crucial. Installed atop a cathedral of glass—the gallery’s skylight a pale skylike membrane—the work converses with natural light. Morning lends a pearlescent gloss; dusk coaxes warmer tones and lengthening shadows that make the body read as motion even when still. Nearby curatorial texts resist literal exposition; instead, they offer fragments—an excerpt from a naturalist’s field notes, a line of poetry about metamorphosis, a brief statement on material sourcing. The absence of didactic certainty is intentional: the curator and artist invite interpretation rather than impose it.