A heart. Not anatomical, not romantic — mechanical. An organ that keeps functioning because it has to, held together by screws, splinters, stitches of paint.

Made on a painted glass panel, the work combines transparency and tension. The image is visible from both sides of the glass: what we show and what we hide is the same thing, lit differently depending on the angle. Fragile. Suspended. Repaired by hand.

It is the first piece of the Mr Klink universe. The one that opened something. From there the hive was born.