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A sturdy pillar of hewn timber stands rooted, its stepped base echoing the slow, carved passage of time. Against its straight-grained spine rests a heavy anchor— a dark, silent stone pulling inevitably toward the earth.
From this weighted stillness rises a slender, golden arc. A bent line of brass rests perfectly upon the precipice of the wood, reaching upward through the quiet light, a fragile fulcrum holding the tension of two worlds.
Crowning this delicate ascent is a fragment of the wild: a gnarled and twisting branch suspended in mid-air. Its brittle, sprawling fingers reach out like frozen lightning, seemingly weightless, yet grounded entirely by the gravity of the stone below.
It is a breathless paradox forged of metal, wood, and rock. The heavy, dormant weight of the deep lifting the fragile bones of the canopy into perfect, hovering grace.
hazelnut, fir, brass & granite
2 × 3 × 18”h
A sturdy pillar of hewn timber stands rooted, its stepped base echoing the slow, carved passage of time. Against its straight-grained spine rests a heavy anchor— a dark, silent stone pulling inevitably toward the earth.
From this weighted stillness rises a slender, golden arc. A bent line of brass rests perfectly upon the precipice of the wood, reaching upward through the quiet light, a fragile fulcrum holding the tension of two worlds.
Crowning this delicate ascent is a fragment of the wild: a gnarled and twisting branch suspended in mid-air. Its brittle, sprawling fingers reach out like frozen lightning, seemingly weightless, yet grounded entirely by the gravity of the stone below.
It is a breathless paradox forged of metal, wood, and rock. The heavy, dormant weight of the deep lifting the fragile bones of the canopy into perfect, hovering grace.
hazelnut, fir, brass & granite
2 × 3 × 18”h