Twenty-one deep orange cubes thread onto a steel rod between two natural pine end-caps, mounting flush against the wall. The piece is as much the owner's as the maker's: each cube rotates freely on the rod, inviting endless reconfiguration. No two installations are alike.
The tension between order and improvisation is central. The rod imposes a rigid vertical axis while each unit finds — or is given — its own angle. The accumulated rotations produce an organic, almost vertebral silhouette that shifts with every adjustment. Leave them aligned and the column reads as austere, architectural, controlled. Twist them at random and it becomes something looser: a spine mid-motion, a tower mid-thought.
Touching it is permitted. Rearranging it is the point.
