Cacophonic Chorus. We all have a voice! Bronze figurines, up to 10 cm hight, left to right, Li'll May, the Philosophe, Master of ceremony, the monk, the fool, a symphony of voices rises from silence. Each figure, each form, speaks not in harmony but in raw, unfiltered truth — a cacophony that resists erasure. The chorus is not meant to soothe; it is meant to stir. It is the sound of protest, of joy, of grief, of belonging. It is the collective utterance of those who have been told to whisper, now daring to shout.
