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Here, in the gouged heartwood, I see the same raw truth I chase when the madrona sheds its skin.

The timber is stripped of its smooth veneer, carved deep into rough, ribbed ridges that catch the sharp afternoon light—like an ancient trunk laying bare its fibrous core to the coastal wind. Reaching from this rigid spine, a single line of brass stretches outward, holding the heavy, pitted weight of a solitary stone. It is a portrait of exposure and endurance: the breathtaking beauty found when we carve away the surface, and the quiet tension of a heavy anchor suspended perfectly in the pale, slanting sun.

fir, brass & granite
2 × 3 × 14”h