"Angry Man" sculpture by Noah Savett
2005
3" x 2" x 4.25"
Bronze
"Angry Man"—A Testament to the Imperfect Self
You hold it in your hand, small but impossibly heavy, this cast bronze revelation. It is anger given shape, a man twisted by his own imperfections yet unapologetically himself. You see in it not just the artist, Noah Savett, but the mirrored specter of your own flaws, your own fury.
The piece is raw, unpolished in its spirit, yet refined in its craftsmanship—a contradiction that speaks to the human soul. It does not ask for admiration. It demands reflection. You place it on your desk, your shelf, your altar to truth, and it stares back at you with quiet defiance.
This is not a sculpture to blend into the background. It is a challenge, a confession, and perhaps, a small reconciliation with the imperfect man or woman within you. Purchase it, and you will not own it—it will own a piece of you.
2005
3" x 2" x 4.25"
Bronze
"Angry Man"—A Testament to the Imperfect Self
You hold it in your hand, small but impossibly heavy, this cast bronze revelation. It is anger given shape, a man twisted by his own imperfections yet unapologetically himself. You see in it not just the artist, Noah Savett, but the mirrored specter of your own flaws, your own fury.
The piece is raw, unpolished in its spirit, yet refined in its craftsmanship—a contradiction that speaks to the human soul. It does not ask for admiration. It demands reflection. You place it on your desk, your shelf, your altar to truth, and it stares back at you with quiet defiance.
This is not a sculpture to blend into the background. It is a challenge, a confession, and perhaps, a small reconciliation with the imperfect man or woman within you. Purchase it, and you will not own it—it will own a piece of you.
2005
3" x 2" x 4.25"
Bronze
"Angry Man"—A Testament to the Imperfect Self
You hold it in your hand, small but impossibly heavy, this cast bronze revelation. It is anger given shape, a man twisted by his own imperfections yet unapologetically himself. You see in it not just the artist, Noah Savett, but the mirrored specter of your own flaws, your own fury.
The piece is raw, unpolished in its spirit, yet refined in its craftsmanship—a contradiction that speaks to the human soul. It does not ask for admiration. It demands reflection. You place it on your desk, your shelf, your altar to truth, and it stares back at you with quiet defiance.
This is not a sculpture to blend into the background. It is a challenge, a confession, and perhaps, a small reconciliation with the imperfect man or woman within you. Purchase it, and you will not own it—it will own a piece of you.
