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Here, in the deep grain of the scored timber, I see the same raw endurance I chase when the madrona sheds its bark.
The wood is carved into rhythmic, ribbed striations, laying bare its core—like an ancient trunk offering its polished skin to the coastal wind. Balanced across this rigid spine, a single line of brass stretches out like a reaching branch, tethering the smooth, heavy weight of two solitary stones. Caught in the restless blur of motion, they mimic the sway of the canopy in a storm. It is a portrait of perfect, precarious tension: the breathtaking equilibrium found only when the surface is stripped away, leaving nothing but the anchor and the air.
fir, brass & granite
2 × 3 × 14”h
Here, in the deep grain of the scored timber, I see the same raw endurance I chase when the madrona sheds its bark.
The wood is carved into rhythmic, ribbed striations, laying bare its core—like an ancient trunk offering its polished skin to the coastal wind. Balanced across this rigid spine, a single line of brass stretches out like a reaching branch, tethering the smooth, heavy weight of two solitary stones. Caught in the restless blur of motion, they mimic the sway of the canopy in a storm. It is a portrait of perfect, precarious tension: the breathtaking equilibrium found only when the surface is stripped away, leaving nothing but the anchor and the air.
fir, brass & granite
2 × 3 × 14”h