A life-size sculpture of a human figure curled tightly on its side, knees drawn to the chest, arms wrapped around the shins, face hidden. Simplified smooth sculptural forms with no anatomical detail. The figure lies horizontally on its side ON TOP of the plinth, its long axis parallel to the plinth, one hip and one shoulder resting on the plinth surface, seen from the side like a sleeping person; it is not sitting upright and not kneeling. Built from tens of thousands of small fused plastic craft beads, the kind children iron into pixel pictures: short hollow cylinders about five millimetres across, melted together in a grid so the body surface reads as a three-dimensional pixel image, bright primary colours arranged in blocky bands of red, yellow, blue and green, the hole of each bead visible up close, a few loose beads scattered on the plinth. Plain concrete plinth in a bare gallery, even north light. Same pose, same camera angle at plinth height from the side. No text, no letters, no logos.