Forged from the discarded fragments of utility—screws, bolts, and nuts—Cogito Mortem is a meditation on awareness and mortality. The face emerges from the raw geometry of metal, its expression at once skeletal and sentient. The piece captures that uneasy space where thought meets the void: the spark of cognition confronting its own impermanence.
The title—Latin for “I think, therefore I die”—is a dark inversion of Descartes’ axiom, reframing consciousness not as proof of existence but as evidence of inevitable dissolution. Cogito Mortem whispers of self-awareness as both gift and curse: every thought a flicker of life that burns toward its end. In this way, the skull becomes not a memento mori, but an altar to cognition itself—where mind, matter, and mortality fuse into one unblinking truth.
Christine Rose 