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    <lastmod>2026-04-02</lastmod>
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      <image:title>Clay - La Jeunesse</image:title>
      <image:caption>In La Jeunesse, a smooth, featureless bust frames a smaller, more defined face—emerging delicately from its center like a memory still forming. The contrast between the outer shell and the miniature visage speaks to the fragile construction of self in early life. Aleksandra Scepanovic captures youth not as arrival but as unfolding—an inner voice still searching for space within an unfamiliar shape. La Jeunesse evokes the formative nature of becoming, where identity begins as a whisper inside the body that must one day carry it.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Clay - Fly on the Wall</image:title>
      <image:caption>Mounted like a mask, faceless but present, Fly on the Wall is a quiet study in observation without participation. The figure’s sharp edges and softened planes suggest both architecture and anatomy—an abstracted watcher, folded into the wall. Aleksandra Scepanovic offers no expression, only posture: upright, alert, unseen. This is not a participant, but an absorber. A body designed to blend, to witness, to hold what others discard. Fly on the Wall hints at surveillance, exclusion, and the burden of knowing too much while being permitted nothing. It is a presence built for silence.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Clay - Inbetween</image:title>
      <image:caption>Inbetween is an exploration of duality and transformation through the human form. The piece, rendered in clay, captures the tension between unity and division. A central fracture suggests an inner conflict or dichotomy, yet the figure remains strong and resilient. The smooth, organic lines emphasize a sense of movement and evolution, while the textured surface adds a raw, elemental quality. The sculpture’s ambiguous form invites the viewer to contemplate the space between the known and the unknown, reflecting themes of identity, internal versus external self, and wholeness through fragmentation. Through the play of light and shadow on its folds and crevices, Inbetween evokes a quiet, contemplative mood, offering a meditation on the nature of transformation and the unseen forces that shape us.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Clay - Virdzina</image:title>
      <image:caption>An elongated, totemic figure with a slender, commanding silhouette and two faces stacked along its vertical axis—each looking in a different direction, each seemingly caught in its own inner world, this sculpture draws inspiration from the Balkan tradition of the virdzina, a girl raised as a boy to preserve a family’s honor in the absence of male heirs. This work captures the dissonance of imposed identity, layering past, present, and unrealized selves into a singular, upright form. The lower face is bowed in silence, and the top—weathered and worn—gazes upward, as if in plea or resistance. As the figure rises, so too does the pressure of performance, of expectation, of the roles thrust upon it. Part monument, part elegy, Virdzina speaks to the cost of becoming what one must rather than what one is—quietly powerful in its endurance, and unsettling in its fractured grace.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Clay - Wonder</image:title>
      <image:caption>Wonder captures a profound sense of duality and introspection. It features two opposing faces positioned on either side of a central hollow, creating a powerful dialogue between presence and absence. The faces, though fragmented and abstracted, exude subtle emotions, drawing attention to the tension between the internal and external self. The hollow core acts as a visual and conceptual anchor, symbolizing a void or space for contemplation, suggesting the unspoken or unseen aspects of identity. The textured surface and irregular edges add a raw, organic quality to the piece, emphasizing themes of imperfection and transformation.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Clay - Edgewise</image:title>
      <image:caption>Sharp, suspended, and precariously poised, Edgewise leans into the tension between assertion and instability. Aleksandra Scepanovic sculpts a form that juts outward and upward, like a fragment caught mid-gesture—part figure, part architecture, part utterance. Its hollowed core evokes absence, while its jutting edges speak of interruption, of trying to get a word in, to claim space. The title hints at speech and survival: to speak edgewise is to resist erasure. In this dynamic form, presence teeters—both emerging and nearly breaking away.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Clay - The Erosion</image:title>
      <image:caption>The Erosion features a solitary, fragmented head atop a stylized, powerful torso—its crown opened and face subtly dissolving, as if worn by time or thought. The sculpture captures a figure in quiet unraveling: poised yet porous, strong yet altered. It suggests not collapse, but transformation—where erosion becomes an act of becoming. The fractured form speaks to the endurance of identity in the face of internal and external forces, inviting reflection on what is lost, and what quietly remains.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Clay - La Vieillesse</image:title>
      <image:caption>Where La Jeunesse reveals a self still forming, La Vieillesse offers a figure receding. A barely visible face stretches across the extended front of the bust, as if memory itself is thinning. The head curves forward, its surface smoothed by time, its features softened to near erasure. Aleksandra Scepanovic evokes the quiet dissolve of age—not as loss, but as release. What was once central is now absorbed into the whole. In this sculpture, aging is not about disappearance, but about folding inward—where what remains is distilled, faint, and unshakably present.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Clay - Luna Is Gone</image:title>
      <image:caption>Luna Is Gone is a female figure in a state of repose. The graphite patina lends a mysterious, almost otherworldly quality, transforming the clay into a semblance of shadowy metal. The sculpture seamlessly blends the human and the fantastical, inviting viewers into a realm where the ordinary intertwines with the extraordinary, where strength and vulnerability coexist in a mesmerizing dance of contrasts.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Clay - The Vanishing</image:title>
      <image:caption>A paradox of vulnerability and strength, The Vanishing stands a testament to the fluidity of identity. The absence creates a profound narrative of incompleteness, inviting contemplation on the nature of wholeness and the complexities of human experience. The gentle curves and delicate details of the sculpture's form evoke a sense of softness, drawing the viewer in with a tender allure. Yet, there is an undeniable power emanating from the piece, stemming from its evocative portrayal of resilience and inner fortitude. The juxtaposition of fragility and potency imbues the sculpture with a dynamic presence that captivates and challenges perception. Through skillful manipulation of the medium, the artist has breathed life into her build, transcending the material to evoke emotions and provoke introspection. This work of art stands as a poignant reflection on the beauty found within imperfection and the enduring strength of the human spirit.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Clay - The Lost</image:title>
      <image:caption>The Lost, wrought from Earth itself, is a portrait of arrested forcefulness. The intentional absence introduces a layer of existential wonder. The presence is palpably dynamic, seeming to breach the confines of its medium and enter into the viewer's realm, as if to address them directly. As if to release the most treasured sound, known forever onward only to The Lost itself and the recipient of the resonance. Through the manipulation of form and space, The Lost achieves a powerful visual impact that transcends mere representation. It embodies a paradoxical fusion of certainty and uncertainty, inviting exploration of the tension between the known and the unknown, the visible and the hidden. The Lost engages the imagination, prompting reflection on the complexities of identity, perception, and the boundaries of human understanding. The artist's deliberate choice to depict the portrait just so creates a striking juxtaposition of assertiveness and vulnerability. The forcefulness of the sculpture's stance and expression suggests a strong presence, demanding attention and contemplation. At the same time, the unresolved aspect of the parts that leave the startle vacancy instills a sense of intrigue and ambiguity, inviting viewers to delve deeper into the narrative hinted at by the piece.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Clay - Stefano</image:title>
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      <image:title>Clay - Birthing</image:title>
      <image:caption>In Birthing, Aleksandra Scepanovic sculpts the threshold between becoming and being. A face presses outward from within another—partially formed, still fused, as if caught mid-emergence. The outer layer peels and fractures, suggesting both resistance and release. Elongated textures trace the figure’s surface, grounding it in the raw, unrefined process of transformation. Neither one being nor two, Birthing embodies the paradox of creation: violent and tender, splitting and forming. It speaks to the labor of identity—the pain, necessity, and mystery of becoming oneself.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Clay - The Rise</image:title>
      <image:caption>The Rise is a sculpture that captures the ascent of human resilience through abstracted, form. The piece suggests an upward movement, as if striving toward light or liberation, symbolizing the strength required to overcome adversity. The texture and fragmented surface of the sculpture convey vulnerability, while the upward direction embodies hope, endurance, and transformation. This sculpture invites viewers to contemplate the tension between fragility and strength, highlighting the beauty of rising above life's challenges. The interplay of shadow and light on The Rise accentuates its dynamic, almost ethereal quality, suggesting a journey that is both personal and universal.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Clay - Who</image:title>
      <image:caption>In a private collection, Who is a single entity that encapsulates the complexity of identity and introspection. Defined by a subtle interplay of shifting profiles, it suggests layers of thought and perspectives emerging from a cohesive form. The contours, both fluid and deliberate, convey a quiet strength and a profound sense of contemplation.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Clay - The Reach</image:title>
      <image:caption>The Reach embodies a fusion of resilience and transformation, with a form that defies traditional boundaries. Combining human duality with an otherworldly presence, it explores themes of emergence, identity, and the struggle to transcend. The piece invites contemplation of the tension between inner strength and the unknown, offering a compelling interplay of familiar and surreal.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Clay - Cluster</image:title>
      <image:caption>Cluster presents a mesmerizing interplay of duality and growth. Two faces, connected and close, emerge from the same clay form, each incomplete yet profoundly interwoven. The faces, though not fully formed, seem to organically "grow" out of one another, suggesting a continuous evolution and transformation. Their partial features evoke a sense of mystery and becoming, as if caught in the delicate balance between emergence and dissolution. This piece speaks to the fluidity of identity and connection. The sculpture's textured surfaces bring an enigmatic vision to life.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Clay - The Wring</image:title>
      <image:caption>— In a private collection (New York) A body caught in the act of transformation—twisted, contorted, wrung by unseen forces. The Wring captures the tension between dissolution and becoming, where flesh seems to struggle against its own form. The sculpture evokes a visceral sense of pressure, as if the figure is being extracted from itself, shaped by forces both internal and external. Fragmented yet whole, it stands as a testament to endurance, metamorphosis, and the quiet violence of change.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Clay - The Elemental</image:title>
      <image:caption>A form pulled from fracture and force, Elemental captures the body's memory in its most essential state. Stripped of ornament and certainty, it stands as a relic of endurance—worn, weighted, and still reaching forward. The abstracted human form is defined by sharp, chiseled planes, creating a sense of tension between solidity and fracture. Its surface bears raw, textured marks that highlight the sculpting process, giving it an unfinished yet intentional aesthetic. Through its fissures and rough surfaces, Elemental evokes the primal resilience of being shaped, broken, and becoming again.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Clay - The Flowering</image:title>
      <image:caption>The Flowering merges the grace of flora with the enigmatic allure of fantastical creatures. A tulip-like head blossoms atop the figure, its petals unfurling in a tender embrace of the unknown. The torso and neck, while echoing human form, are imbued with an otherworldly essence—muscular yet fluid, exuding both strength and mystique. The intricate details of the neck and torso suggest a creature from a dreamscape, caught between the realms of the natural and the fantastical. This sculpture beckons viewers to explore the fusion of beauty and the beastly, where the familiar and the surreal intertwine.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Clay - The Hollow</image:title>
      <image:caption>In Hollow, absence becomes presence, inviting the viewer to contemplate the tension between emptiness and form, and the quiet spaces that shape our perception of self.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Clay - Headscapes</image:title>
      <image:caption>Headscapes encapsulates a fusion of features steeped in disinterest, a poignant reminder of the inevitability of life's challenges and the resilience required to navigate them. The deliberate absence of form suggests the inner workings of the mind that compel the pose. The disinterested gaze suggests a sense of detachment, as if they have come to terms with their circumstances. This emotional tone is amplified by the exposed insides, laid bare by the artist's chisel. The figure is caught in a moment where inner struggles and acceptance converge. The artist's choice to halve the head and expose its interior adds a layer of vulnerability and rawness. It invites us to confront the complexities of the human experience, including moments of acceptance in the face of adversity or fate. The juxtaposition of the figure's outward appearance with the internal revelation creates a compelling narrative that prompts reflection on themes of identity, mortality, and the fragility of existence.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Clay - Vara</image:title>
      <image:caption>Vara presents is faces turned away from one another, emerging from a single clay form. The surface, marked and textured, retains the immediacy of the artist’s hand—emphasizing process and emotional resonance. One view reveals a confrontation between mirrored selves; another, a rising motion suggesting breath or memory. The work balances presence and fracture, togetherness and departure. Through minimal means and potent symbolism, Vara explores the multiplicity of identity, the echo of disconnection, and the endurance of shared form even in separation.</image:caption>
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    <lastmod>2025-12-28</lastmod>
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      <image:title>Plaster - The Residue</image:title>
      <image:caption>A vertical fragment frozen mid-sway, mid-step, The Residue evokes what remains after collapse—not just structurally, but emotionally. Made in direct plaster and welded to a steel base, the sculpture stands as a quiet monument to the aftermath. The surface of The Residue was rendered to appear weathered, scraped by time or memory, suggesting a form caught between erosion and persistence. What once was whole is now distilled into presence alone. The piece does not mourn what’s missing—it simply endures—an echo of form, memory, and quiet persistence.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Plaster - The Residue</image:title>
      <image:caption>A vertical fragment frozen mid-sway, mid-step, The Residue evokes what remains after collapse—not just structurally, but emotionally. Made in direct plaster and welded to a steel base, the sculpture stands as a quiet monument to the aftermath. The surface of The Residue was rendered to appear weathered, scraped by time or memory, suggesting a form caught between erosion and persistence. What once was whole is now distilled into presence alone. The piece does not mourn what’s missing—it simply endures—an echo of form, memory, and quiet persistence.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Plaster - The Vestige</image:title>
      <image:caption>Faceless yet ever-present, The Vestige stands as a silent observer of the human condition. Its elongated form stretches beyond the confines of identity, embodying the tension between presence and absence, knowledge and anonymity. Without eyes to see or a mouth to speak, it absorbs the world in quiet contemplation, existing in the liminal space between awareness and detachment. In its stillness, it holds stories untold—an oracle of the unspoken, a sentinel of fleeting moments.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Plaster - The Unbound</image:title>
      <image:caption>The Unbound presents a fragmented yet expressive form, evoking a sense of movement and transformation. The torso, with its arched posture, suggests a moment of release or emergence. The rough, textured surface contrasts with the delicate curvature of the figure, emphasizing a tension between strength and fragility. The lower part of the figure appears bound or constrained, yet it lifts from its base, supported by thin metal rods, reinforcing the theme of ascension or suspension.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Plaster - Spindleborn</image:title>
      <image:caption>A pair of spindly, bifurcated figures rises with improbable elegance, their elongated limbs suggesting both resilience and exposure. Constructed in plaster atop a steel base, the sculpture’s towering frame defies its fragility—part antenna, part witness. It hovers between ascent and disintegration, presence and erasure, as if tuned to an unseen frequency. Still and alert, it feels less made than summoned.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Plaster - Stefano</image:title>
      <image:caption>Plaster cast of original clay sculpture</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Plaster - Skyborn</image:title>
      <image:caption>Rising over nine feet, the slender form lifts into a vast, open reach. Plaster skin clings to its steel core, the weight of the ground countered by the pull of the air above. Neither figure nor pure abstraction, it occupies the threshold between body and aspiration—rooted, yet always straining toward elsewhere.</image:caption>
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    <lastmod>2026-04-02</lastmod>
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      <image:title>Mixed Media - One Assembly</image:title>
      <image:caption>One Assembly begins with a discarded motorcycle windshield. Once engineered for speed and protection, its curved surface now echoes the architecture of a human chest. The salvaged shell becomes both armor and ribcage. A red light radiates from within, illuminating the structure from the inside out. The glow turns the industrial surface translucent, shifting it from machinery to body. The piece hovers between protection and vulnerability, between manufactured exterior and fragile interior system.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Mixed Media - One Assembly</image:title>
      <image:caption>One Assembly begins with a discarded motorcycle windshield. Once engineered for speed and protection, its curved surface now echoes the architecture of a human chest. The salvaged shell becomes both armor and ribcage. A red light radiates from within, illuminating the structure from the inside out. The glow turns the industrial surface translucent, shifting it from machinery to body. The piece hovers between protection and vulnerability, between manufactured exterior and fragile interior system.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Mixed Media - Standard Issue by Aleksandra Scepanovic</image:title>
      <image:caption>A modified truck grille forms the sculpture’s frontal plane, functioning as both barrier and frame. What once guarded an engine now stands as a constructed exterior, rigid and declarative. Behind it, a salvaged metal grid supports an interior assembly of wired driftwood fragments and found metal forms, arranged like organs within a chest cavity. Red light radiates from within, pressing outward through the grille. The glow shifts the work from machinery toward body, revealing that beneath the hardened front lies a shared structure. Standard Issue considers how we move through the world in varied exteriors while operating on the same essential system beneath.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Mixed Media - Antechambers I III by Aleksandra Scepanovic</image:title>
      <image:caption>Antechambers, I–III is a series of suspended paper forms shaped around wire armatures. Each pod occupies a state of provisional enclosure, neither fully protective nor fully exposed. Hung in space, the forms suggest interiors without assigned function, structures built for passage rather than permanence. The work considers the antechamber as a condition rather than a location. A place of pause, preparation, and uncertainty. The paper skin holds traces of touch, tension, and collapse, emphasizing fragility as an active state. Together, the pods operate as thresholds, as sites where we might arrive, hesitate, or dissolve before becoming something else.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Mixed Media - The Withstood</image:title>
      <image:caption>In a private collection, The Withstood captures the suspended moment after force has been applied but before a break occurs. A clay form caught in the grip of a mechanical vice, it speaks to the tension between vulnerability and resilience. This piece explores endurance not as triumph, but as a quiet act of survival—of holding shape when change feels inevitable.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Mixed Media - Echoes</image:title>
      <image:caption>A fragmented head hovers mid-thought—its cranium lifted skyward, as if by unseen force, exposing a hollow interior that refuses to resolve into clarity. Echoes captures the suspended moment between awareness and erasure, between what was and what might have been. Rooted in the tension between vulnerability and structure, the head rests atop a cold steel plate, supported by an intricate wooden base that suggests both burden and foundation. The sculpture hints at memory’s fragility and the recursive nature of identity: what echoes within us when the self is cracked open?</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Mixed Media - Trace</image:title>
      <image:caption>A procession of faces—cast, cracked, repeated—hangs in uneasy balance. Suspended from a rusted hitch, these fragments drift between individual and collective memory. Each face resists likeness, yet together they suggest a chorus of the nearly forgotten: tethered selves, held by time, loss, or lineage. Clay here becomes memory’s residue—what’s left after presence departs. Trace does not ask who these figures are, but rather—what holds them. Trace is not a series of portraits, it is a persistence. What remains, when names do not.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Mixed Media - Sirena</image:title>
      <image:caption>A fragmented lower body bursts from an industrial casing, caught between resistance and release. Sirena explores the tension between the organic and the mechanical, evoking a struggle for emergence amid confinement. It reflects the fractured state of becoming in a world that often crushes transformation. The overall gesture is one of motion arrested, caught mid-transformation or struggle. With its stark juxtaposition of material and symbolism, the piece interrogates themes of bodily autonomy, dehumanization, and the raw force of becoming.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Mixed Media - La Narrara</image:title>
      <image:caption>La Narrara presents a dual-faced plaster head—one half etched with age, the other smooth with youth—anchored within a circular industrial base that resembles a mechanical compass or crosshairs. The juxtaposition of a serene, timeworn visage against its youthful counterpart evokes a dialogue between past and present selves, memory and becoming. The industrial ring, repurposed as a base, reinforces themes of containment, rotation, and surveillance—perhaps even fate. Scepanovic’s choice of plaster, with its delicate fractures and ghostly whiteness, lends the work a vulnerable timelessness, as if both faces are being preserved and erased at once.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Mixed Media - Host | from the series "Between Orbits"</image:title>
      <image:caption>Birch bark, steel, metal wire, bisque ceramic, graphite, detritus | 2026 A small human-like figure rests within a swirl of birch bark and metal elements, its graphite-darkened face marked by claw-like protrusions. Surrounding detritus evokes transformation and decay, while the composition highlights the tension between interior and exterior, body and structure, organism and mechanism.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Mixed Media - Index of the Feminine</image:title>
      <image:caption>Index of the Feminine balances on the fault line between wild instinct and internalized memory. On one side of a weathered vintage scale sits a blackened coyote skull—feral, silenced. Opposite it, a sculpted petite female torso emerges: darkened, partially abstracted, held mid-motion. The scale, no longer calibrated to measure weight, becomes a relic for something less tangible—identity, instinct, femininity, absence. This piece draws from natural history and personal mythology, evoking museum vitrines, forensic displays, and devotional altars. Index of the Feminine resists fixed interpretation, inviting instead a kind of speculative archaeology: what does it mean to archive a body? To weigh a life? To remember what we were before we were named?</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Mixed Media - Hinge of Selves</image:title>
      <image:caption>Two fragile faces hover in counter-poise, suspended from a bowed steel arc anchored to a vertical piston — a pivot between what holds and what lets go. This upright industrial relic becomes a surrogate spine — a site of tension, of weight distributed but never resolved. The tilt suggests neither harmony nor rupture, but something quieter: the soft ache of balancing selves that cannot fully meet. In its stillness, Hinge of Selves evokes motion. In its fracture, a search for continuity. The sculpture sketches a portrait of identity as something not fixed, but forever tipping, suspended, becoming</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Mixed Media - Sentinels</image:title>
      <image:caption>Like watchful figures caught between realms, Sentinels stands as a silent testament to time, loss, and resilience. A warped cross-section of an old maple tree—scarred, split, and bearing the weight of age—forms a shield-like presence, an artifact of endurance. Suspended from it by delicate red tethers, six fragmented clay faces hover in limbo, evoking ancestral echoes, forgotten voices, and the fragility of memory. Sentinels explore the themes of protection and displacement, questioning the boundaries between presence and absence, history and erosion, wholeness and fracture. The red tether, both binding and restraining, weaves a narrative of connection across time—a fragile lifeline, resisting disappearance. Sentinels invites viewers to stand in stillness, to listen to what is no longer spoken, and to reckon with the weight of what remains.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Mixed Media - Archive</image:title>
      <image:caption>In Archive, an aged female face surfaces in fragments from the worn contours of driftwood—her features not simply placed upon the wood but becoming it. The lines between skin and bark blur; she is eroding into the material or perhaps rising from it. Her mouth hangs open, the jaw unnaturally unhinged—caught between a scream and a fit of laughter, impossible to name. Split down the middle, the face is both broken and becoming, as though memory itself cracked and settled into place. The driftwood, like fossilized time, cradles what’s left—suggesting not a narrative but an impression, a residue. Archive is a meditation on dissolution and persistence. It speaks to the ways bodies remember, deform, and transform—how identity, like matter, breaks apart and recombines into something strangely whole.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Mixed Media - The Fourfold</image:title>
      <image:caption>Four abstracted female forms stand back to back, carved from a single block of wood, their curves echoing the rhythm of breath and movement. Though they face away from one another, their closeness implies a shared origin—or perhaps a shared burden. Placed atop a salvaged foundry mold, the figures appear poised to step off, to begin a dance or a departure. Yet the base is directional, almost track-like—suggesting not just freedom, but trajectory. The Fourfold explores the tension between agency and structure, individuality and collective identity. It is a sculpture of subtle motion, one that invites questions about where we’re allowed to go, and what must carry us there.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Mixed Media - Seized</image:title>
      <image:caption>A fragment of form caught in the cold bite of steel, suspended between surrender and resistance. "Seized" captures a moment where pressure becomes both a force of restraint and a catalyst for transformation.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Mixed Media - Eclipse Mechanism  |  from the series "Between Orbits"</image:title>
      <image:caption>Steel, brass, copper rivets | 2026   A suspended alignment of form and interruption, Eclipse Mechanism brings circular voids into tension with a rigid, imposed grid. The steel structure explores orbit and continuity, while the brass plane intervenes, measuring, containing, or momentarily obscuring. Hand-set copper rivets act as points of connection and insistence, holding disparate systems in uneasy balance. The work considers what happens when natural cycles encounter structures that seek to order them.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Mixed Media - Fault Line (Held)</image:title>
      <image:caption>A brass intrusion interrupts form, held in tension between force and restraint. The brass element does not resolve the structure but destabilizes it, marking a point of entry without closure. The introduced fracture resists narrative, existing as both consequence and condition. The work operates in a narrow interval between penetration and suspension, where material becomes record rather than form.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Mixed Media - The Sitter | from the series "Between Orbits"</image:title>
      <image:caption>A figure held in suspension, neither seated nor fully upright, The Sitter occupies a state of quiet negotiation with gravity. Its form folds inward, as if thought has weight, as if the act of holding oneself together requires effort that accumulates over time. Perched on a steel pin, the body is both anchored and exposed. There is no ground beneath it, only a point of contact, precise and unforgiving. The base offers structure but no comfort. It stabilizes without resolving. The clay carries the memory of pressure, of hands compressing and releasing, of decisions made mid-gesture and left intact. The surface does not smooth itself into clarity. It resists completion.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Mixed Media - Spear Shadow | from the series Between Orbits</image:title>
      <image:caption>Derived from a transient alignment observed in early afternoon light, Spear Shadow fixes a shadow into structure. Two stone forms register a moment of near-contact, held just before convergence. A vertical axis interrupts and sustains the relation, translating a fleeting cast into a stable condition. What appears decisive is, in origin, incidental. Within the Between Orbits series, the work occupies the interval where bodies approach alignment without resolving, where a passing configuration is arrested and made to persist.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Sculpture &amp; Site - The Tribunal</image:title>
      <image:caption>The Tribunal assembles four stark, reclaimed steel uprights, each gripping a fired clay visage:  fragmented expressions caught in silent testimony. Positioned like a makeshift council, these solemn faces evoke a suspended judgment: rigid and weathered by industrial history, yet bearing the human imprint. The steel, once utilitarian and functional, now transforms into a skeletal scaffolding of memory. The clay heads, fragile and transient, contrast that solidity… bearing the human imprint, suggesting both vulnerability and resilience. In their meeting at the structural crossroads, each face confronts the others and the viewer, demanding contemplation of how we bear witness to labor, loss, and reclamation. As an outdoor piece, The Tribunal gathers the elements—light, wind, shadow—into its performance. Rust-darkened metal responds to sunlight; clay shifts in tone with passing clouds and seasons. This ever-changing dynamic underscores the work’s meditation on endurance and the scars of reinvention.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Sculpture &amp; Site - The Fourfold</image:title>
      <image:caption>Four abstracted female forms stand back to back, carved from a single block of wood, their curves echoing the rhythm of breath and movement. Though they face away from one another, their closeness implies a shared origin—or perhaps a shared burden. Placed atop a salvaged foundry mold, the figures appear poised to step off, to begin a dance or a departure. Yet the base is directional, almost track-like—suggesting not just freedom, but trajectory. The Fourfold explores the tension between agency and structure, individuality and collective identity. It is a sculpture of subtle motion, one that invites questions about where we’re allowed to go, and what must carry us there.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Sculpture &amp; Site - The Tribunal</image:title>
      <image:caption>The Tribunal assembles four stark, reclaimed steel uprights, each gripping a fired clay visage:  fragmented expressions caught in silent testimony. Positioned like a makeshift council, these solemn faces evoke a suspended judgment: rigid and weathered by industrial history, yet bearing the human imprint. The steel, once utilitarian and functional, now transforms into a skeletal scaffolding of memory. The clay heads, fragile and transient, contrast that solidity… bearing the human imprint, suggesting both vulnerability and resilience. In their meeting at the structural crossroads, each face confronts the others and the viewer, demanding contemplation of how we bear witness to labor, loss, and reclamation. As an outdoor piece, The Tribunal gathers the elements—light, wind, shadow—into its performance. Rust-darkened metal responds to sunlight; clay shifts in tone with passing clouds and seasons. This ever-changing dynamic underscores the work’s meditation on endurance and the scars of reinvention.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Sculpture &amp; Site - The Sheathed</image:title>
      <image:caption>This sculpture balances elegance and unease. Carved from limestone, the torso suggests both classical beauty and anatomical rawness. A found metal object—bolted across the chest—interrupts the organic flow with mechanical precision, evoking restraint, memory, or intervention. The Sheathed explores what is embedded, what is hidden, and what holds.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Sculpture &amp; Site - The Taking of Fire</image:title>
      <image:caption>A circular band of brass holds the sun in suspension. Below it, a vertical timber rises, its crown charred, bearing the mark of contact. The work draws from the Promethean act not as mythic heroism, but as transfer. Fire is not gifted cleanly. It is taken, carried, and altered in the process. The brass ring reads simultaneously as halo, burden, and boundary. It frames light while resisting it, catching the sun only by implication. The burned wood records consequence. Set outdoors, the sculpture allows time and weather to continue the exchange. Light moves through the circle. The char deepens. The piece remains suspended between reverence and transgression, holding the moment where knowledge, risk, and responsibility first touch.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Installations - The Third Strike</image:title>
      <image:caption>She stands caught between what once was and what never opened. Two towering relics press in—silent, cold, immovable. There is no forward, no breakthrough. Only the weight of being held, judged, and struck, again and again. The Third Strike is a portrait of endurance without momentum, of a woman suspended in a system that demands her stillness while delivering its verdicts. The blows don’t need to be loud to land. And still, she remains—caught, but unbroken. Between 1…2…3…STRIKE, there is no swing, no miss—only the certainty of another blow. This is not about loss. It’s about the impossible position women occupy: wedged in systems built to contain, not propel. Not shattered, not rising—just bracing. And yet, somehow, still standing.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Installations - The Third Strike</image:title>
      <image:caption>She stands caught between what once was and what never opened. Two towering relics press in—silent, cold, immovable. There is no forward, no breakthrough. Only the weight of being held, judged, and struck, again and again. The Third Strike is a portrait of endurance without momentum, of a woman suspended in a system that demands her stillness while delivering its verdicts. The blows don’t need to be loud to land. And still, she remains—caught, but unbroken. Between 1…2…3…STRIKE, there is no swing, no miss—only the certainty of another blow. This is not about loss. It’s about the impossible position women occupy: wedged in systems built to contain, not propel. Not shattered, not rising—just bracing. And yet, somehow, still standing.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Installations - Installation - Sculpture "Gyre, The Turning Point" by Aleksandra Scepanovic</image:title>
      <image:caption>Turning slowly, "Gyre, The Turning Point" refuses a single perspective, instead presenting a restless cycle of gazes. The work recalls a compass, a clock, and an oracle all at once, echoing the unstable balance of a world caught mid-rotation. Gyre becomes both a countdown marker and a pivot: a reminder that time is not only passing, but turning — and with each turn, a choice of direction looms.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Installations - The Third Strike</image:title>
      <image:caption>She stands caught between what once was and what never opened. Two towering relics press in—silent, cold, immovable. There is no forward, no breakthrough. Only the weight of being held, judged, and struck, again and again. The Third Strike is a portrait of endurance without momentum, of a woman suspended in a system that demands her stillness while delivering its verdicts. The blows don’t need to be loud to land. And still, she remains—caught, but unbroken. Between 1…2…3…STRIKE, there is no swing, no miss—only the certainty of another blow. This is not about loss. It’s about the impossible position women occupy: wedged in systems built to contain, not propel. Not shattered, not rising—just bracing. And yet, somehow, still standing.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Installations - Installation Sculpture "Pendula, Days in Orbit" by Aleksandra Scepanovic</image:title>
      <image:caption>Small metal remnants hang in uneasy suspension, circling on threads so thin they nearly vanish. Their restless orbit suggests the weight of time held just above collapse — a fragile system turning until its tether gives way. A portrait of days left hanging, each one precarious, provisional, and subject to forces beyond control. The countdown is not a steady march but a spinning drift: unstable, exposed, and nearing its inevitable break.</image:caption>
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    <lastmod>2025-05-22</lastmod>
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      <image:caption>Aleksandra Scepanovic | (@atelierwdstk_hudsonvalley) on Instagram</image:caption>
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    <loc>https://www.aleksandrasculpture.com/fractural</loc>
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    <lastmod>2025-09-19</lastmod>
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      <image:caption>Fractural: Sculpting the Human Condition - Exhibition Catalogue</image:caption>
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