One leg holds, the other releases.
In sculpture, contrapposto is the moment stone comes alive. For the BOCHEVA woman, it is the way she stands: at ease, sensual, entirely herself.
Born between the marble of ancient Greece and a Venice that is modern, and quietly decadent.
Draped, knotted and finished by hand.
Tulle flowers worked in waxed cord. Knit that falls like wet cloth. A crescent of wood beneath the drape.
Every piece takes its name from the language of art: the sculptor's unfinished stone, the Greek fold, the pigments of a Renaissance workshop.
Made to move.