This panda was never meant to fly, but here he is clinging to a bundle of blue and silver balloons like belief itself could lift him.
I sculpted him as a symbol of misplaced innocence. The round belly, the toy-like gloss, the weight of something soft pretending to be light. There’s humor in the scene, but also a quiet kind of heartbreak. It’s the tension between groundedness and desire, between childhood whimsy and grown-up resistance.
In Love, Misplaced, each piece holds affection in the wrong place. This one just tries to float with it. Because sometimes we carry our dreams too visibly. And sometimes, that’s the point.