Pepe turns heads. He’s also turned from a single length of local oak.
At his centre, a Japanese mechanism, unseen, but exacting, transforming gesture into purpose.
His form is simple, but not soft. Brutalist feet ground him. A sphere rests above, held in place by balance and a brass caper.
Pepe is not only ornamental. He is made to be touched, turned, used- again and again- until the oak darkens and your food is just that right kind of spicy