In Awe [Stehen und Schauen]

The One who bears the horizon-line antlers stands before you, a small yet commanding presence that arrests the gaze and stills the breath. At merely 20 centimetres high, this bronze-glazed figure captures that exquisite moment when beauty strikes so profoundly that one can only stand and stare.

Neither imposing nor insignificant, this figure exists in the liminal space between observer and observed, keeper of that suspended moment when time seems to pause in the presence of the extraordinary.

The antlers extend laterally like a horizon line, reminding us of that threshold where heaven meets earth, where wonder meets comprehension. They symbolise the expansive awareness that floods us when confronted with beauty too perfect to be immediately absorbed.

This sculpture represents our collective experience of awe—that moment of recognition when something so beautiful enters our perception that we are momentarily transformed. The instinctive pause. The subtle catch of breath. The sensation of being simultaneously expanded and humbled.

Have you felt this suspension between heartbeats when faced with profound beauty?

The moving sensations that crown this one are not fearsome but flowing—each one a current of sensation that moves through us when words fail and only presence remains. They sense what logic cannot explain, feel what language cannot capture, and know what the rational mind struggles to categorise.

In this bronze-kissed form, this figure stands as the embodiment of that transformative moment—the necessary surrender of analysis before the pure experience of beauty.

She asks of us: What would you become if you allowed yourself to be truly struck by wonder? What parts of yourself awaken when you stand in awe? What wisdom emerges in that space of pure witnessing?

The bronze glaze catches light in subtle variations, suggesting that illumination comes not in blinding revelation but in quiet recognition. Her small stature invites intimate communion—to be held close, to be viewed from all angles, to be experienced as a personal talisman of beauty's power. Maybe an invitation to the profound experience of holding wonder tangibly, of bringing awe into your daily sphere.

Some will pass by this modest form, missing the silent invitation. Others will find themselves returning to this feeling again and again, drawn by the magnetic pull of beauty that demands witness. Let the horizontal antlers remind you of the vast perspective that opens when we pause, simply to behold that which moves us beyond words.

For it is only when we allow ourselves to be stopped in our tracks by beauty that we ourselves become fully present to the wonder of being alive.