A single facade holds two million hand-cut fragments, each placed to serve the whole composition — not the hand that set it.
Ascending diagonals and radiating arcs guide the viewer's gaze toward a singular, declared purpose — never accidental, always constructed.
Red commands the eye. Gold signals triumph. Cosmic blue holds the infinite behind every figure. Each hue is a decision with consequence.
A palm-sized sketch becomes a forty-meter declaration — mosaic is the medium that bridges private craft and public conviction.