A sculptural reckoning with myth, power, and the violence masked as beauty.
Here, Leda is not muse or lover—she is a woman caught in a moment history romanticised without her consent. The swan, once a symbol of grace, is rendered as something far more menacing.
Leda meets our gaze.
This is not seduction. It’s survival.
A sculptural reckoning with myth, power, and the violence masked as beauty.
Here, Leda is not muse or lover—she is a woman caught in a moment history romanticised without her consent. The swan, once a symbol of grace, is rendered as something far more menacing.
Leda meets our gaze.
This is not seduction. It’s survival.