Tell me father. Tell me the story of the makers house.
A reading of the piece (AI-generated, interpretive): A weathered, stone-hewn form emerges from darkness, its raised hand suspended in a gesture that reads as supplication or reckoning before some unseen paternal authority. The rough, pitted surface and near-total absorption into shadow evoke the primordial deep, a body caught between creation myth and the unconscious labor of the maker.