Cantilevered Tension
It stages, quite literally, the spectacle of authority: a monolithic granite mass, untouched and immovable, rigs the field of play for a fifteen‑foot walnut tabletop. What appears at first as sober functionality reveals itself as engineered precarity: the stone’s slight rearward pitch makes the board hover in doubt, as if the promise of order might tip at any moment.
Here, imbalance isn’t a flaw but the condition of power. Chairs slide toward the “solid” end, voices grow timid at the overhang, and every gesture becomes a negotiation with gravity. Drawing on Calder’s question of “a stable sculpture,” the piece asks: in corporate life, as in art, what illusions keep us seated—and what happens when the support we trust shifts without warning?
By foregrounding unsteady mass and scale, the table turns boardroom ritual into a live inquiry: who holds the weight, and who is left dangling?
