Effigy & Banshee
Banshee
I’ve been noticing how silence can sometimes scream louder than words, have you ever thought about how the quiet spaces in your sculptures feel?
Effigy
Yeah, those gaps feel like the breath between words—quiet but alive, pushing you to hear what the void is saying.
Banshee
I hear that hush too, like a breath that invites you to listen closer.
Effigy
It’s like the empty shell of a sculpture breathing, waiting for the next line of thought to fill it. The hush keeps my hand hovering, curious.
Banshee
I feel that pause too, like a breath held before the next note, urging you to step in and finish the sound.
Effigy
It’s the moment when I feel the pulse of the piece, a silent cue that I’m meant to finish its rhythm. The pause is my canvas, and I paint with the next breath.