Empathy is a sculpture born from its own absence.

It reflects an ancient tension in the human spirit; the way some souls, almost instinctively, extend themselves toward others, offering rescue

before tending to their own fractures, while others, even when

responsible for the wound, cling to pride and resentment as if these were the last remnants of their identity.

The work meditates on this imbalance. In the stubborn grip fo ego, in the refusal to reach back, a slow erosion begins. What could have been a

gesture of repair becomes a quiet collapse.

When empathy withdraws,

the world does not shatter all at

once; it decays in subtle fissures, in the small cracks that spread through stone and connections alike.

Without the courage to release anger, to soften the self, to meet another with openness, the human bond becomes brittle.

And in that brittleness, everything eventually falls to ruin.