A skull assembled from a jumble of screws and nuts, Gravework is a meditation on the line between chaos and order. At first glance, it looks as if entropy itself conspired to take shape—a heap of discarded hardware accidentally forming a face. On closer inspection, the precision of its balance becomes clear: death not as destruction, but as construction in reverse.
They say Gravework was not built, but found — as though the materials themselves remembered the shape of mortality. Some believe it represents the final task of the machine world: to replicate the human form one last time before silence. Others see it as a relic from a future excavation, proof that even chaos, when left to its own devices, seeks the shape of a skull.
Christine Rose 