Project Description

In cities that rise higher every day, we perfect the art of looking up.Glass towers grow, skylines glitter, and architecture celebrates ambition.

But beneath the flyovers, beside the pavements, under the footbridges, another architecture exists — unseen, unmeasured, unwanted.

A sheet of plastic.

A jute sack.

A piece of cardboard.

Here, a family negotiates the smallest possible volume of survival.

Naked Sculpture asks a disturbing question: Can a sculpture be naked? - Yes.

When it refuses to decorate reality and instead exposes it.

Within the discipline of exactly 10 cubic meters, a vertical stack of micro platforms forms an inhabitable figure at a road junction. A ladder replaces corridors. Roof becomes the floor. Privacy is improvised by whoever occupies it — with fabric, bags, or nothing at all.

It is not a shelter provided for comfort.

It is a mirror provided for conscience.

Passersby will witness life compressed into the same volume designers casually assign to storage, toilets, or parking calculations. When someone sleeps inside, the monument activates. When a family claims it, the city is forced to confront what it tries hardest to hide.

Naked Sculpture shows how ten cubic meters can hold twenty-five lives.

It stands unstable, unfinished — like the society that made it.

Four cubes.

Five bodies each.

Space is not designed; it is endured. Shade is enough. Comfort is irrelevant. Here, survival becomes architecture. Privacy is not designed; it is improvised. Security is not promised; it is negotiated. Home is not given; it is claimed. While architecture continues to grow taller, Naked Sculpture insists we look down. The sculpture is naked because the truth is.