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Out here, where the salt of Narragansett Bay seeps deep into the woodgrain, balance is a quiet standoff.
The grooved timber mirrors the ribbed sands left behind at low tide, standing firm against the steady pull of the earth. Suspended on a single line of brass—like winter sunlight catching a halyard in the harbor—hangs a smooth, dark stone, tumbled and kept by the Atlantic waves. Above it all, a fractured branch of coastal scrub reaches blindly for the clouds. It is a portrait of our shores: heavy with sea-stone and memory, bound by delicate rigging, and forever reaching upward through the salt-heavy wind.
hazelnut, fir, brass & granite
2 × 3 × 18”h
Out here, where the salt of Narragansett Bay seeps deep into the woodgrain, balance is a quiet standoff.
The grooved timber mirrors the ribbed sands left behind at low tide, standing firm against the steady pull of the earth. Suspended on a single line of brass—like winter sunlight catching a halyard in the harbor—hangs a smooth, dark stone, tumbled and kept by the Atlantic waves. Above it all, a fractured branch of coastal scrub reaches blindly for the clouds. It is a portrait of our shores: heavy with sea-stone and memory, bound by delicate rigging, and forever reaching upward through the salt-heavy wind.
hazelnut, fir, brass & granite
2 × 3 × 18”h