Squale

The shark runs through the water in a single tapered line, cut to cleave without resistance. The sconce keeps its profile: a slender bronze rod, mounted on the wall, that thins toward the point like a shark's body. The casting stays nervous, the grain of the hand legible beneath the patina. Like an echo, a triangular shade extends this tapered line and softens it with a veil, without taking anything from its bearing or its restraint: the light passes behind the stretched screen, rises and falls along the bronze, and the silhouette cuts out in a crisp shadow on the wall.