They say garlic was once a gift from the stars —a sacred bulb dropped from the moon's hand to ward off what could not be named. This sculpture is a tribute to that myth, a stainless steel clove forged not for the kitchen, but for the garden of memory and meaning. It holds no scent, but radiates presence. Each curve is a ripple of time, each gleam a reminder that the most humble forms carry the deepest roots. Hung in still air, it whispers. In a breeze, it breathes. It is armor and seed, spiral and silence.
Let this moon-clove hang in your space as a quiet guardian, elegant and eternal
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