Sometimes a body of work arrives quietly. Sometimes it arrives with urgency.

Last week, I was inspired to deeply visited the work of Romanian sculptor Constantin Brâncuși — not only to expand my horizons, but to see if I, too, might—thanks to this new exploration—deliver some new element of my personal story through the Brâncuși lens.

As I stand tippy-toe upon the shoulders of this artistic giant and lean in to look upon his world with inspired eyes that I, too, may chime in on a tribute to him along with my peers, what delights me most of what I can imprint of Constantin Brâncuși is his discipline of refinement into abstraction. The distillation of noise and into the supple amplification of essence—like any memory of a person we hold, whole and complete in its abstraction, and yet not the whole story.

This is an interactive work of art, and a blind mint of singular works of ABSTRACTIA in a series within the larger work.