A field of spikes climbs the arm from hand to neck, as if grown on the body. Three hundred and eighty-two pointed modules, carved by hand from reclaimed rosewood and finished with beeswax, clothe the limb like a second skin.

It looks like a defence, yet it contradicts itself: the hand that approaches expecting to be pricked finds a soft contact. Between what is seen and what is touched, the body stays protected and exposed at once