They do not stand for specific identities but as hosts of something much larger, something beyond categories and borders. They are figures of sovereignty, witnesses to the world in its unceasing motion, yet unmoved. These bodies speak to absence and presence, grief and joy, the vastness between everything. The garments that envelop them are more than coverings; they are vessels of memory, carrying with them traces of histories erased and reconstructed. They speak to a vastness, an eternity; a fluidity in times stretching across the continent, tying together scoured – aside pasts and indeterminate futures. The immobility of these figures serves to focus the impulses of an ancestral wisdom, a quiet strength that refuses to be encompassed by dominant voices which have told their stories and defined them.