Scattered throughout the depths of the Slumbering Atelier stand the Grasping Groves, arboreal clusters of severed limbs reassembled into towering, tree-like forms. Titan arms, taken in great number, are fused together at shoulder and elbow, their pale flesh stretched and bound into rising columns that split and branch as they climb.

At their peaks, hands splay wide toward the cavern roof, fingers extended in a frozen act of reaching. Though inert at a distance, the Grove is never truly still. Fingers twitch with stray impulses, muscles tightening and releasing in slow rhythms. When approached, that idle movement sharpens. Hands turn, flex, and curl toward passing forms, some gently, others with sudden force.

In these structures, Pierrot’s intent is clear. The upward reach is constant, unfulfilled, and unending. Like the artist himself, the Groves never arrive at completion. They do not seek to hold. They only reach.