![N00DLE [ made ]](http://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/69dea82dd2729579982612a2/7f21f7df-2712-4491-a130-e6f8db5f4c4d/Screenshot+2026-04-14+12.58.58+PM.png?format=1500w)
Here, time is measured in the slow, sweeping rhythm of the tide.
A pillar of timber, grooved like the weathered docks of a maritime past, stands quietly. Against it, a mottled sea-stone acts as a patient pendulum, swinging on a single line of brass—a delicate rigging holding the heavy memory of the shore. Reaching upward, a fractured limb of coastal scrub, still dressed in pale green lichen, twists toward the sky. It is the steady heartbeat of the bay: the tireless, ticking motion of the water, the endurance of the wood, and the delicate, suspended balance of our rocky coast.
hazelnut, fir, brass & granite
2 × 3 × 18”h
Here, time is measured in the slow, sweeping rhythm of the tide.
A pillar of timber, grooved like the weathered docks of a maritime past, stands quietly. Against it, a mottled sea-stone acts as a patient pendulum, swinging on a single line of brass—a delicate rigging holding the heavy memory of the shore. Reaching upward, a fractured limb of coastal scrub, still dressed in pale green lichen, twists toward the sky. It is the steady heartbeat of the bay: the tireless, ticking motion of the water, the endurance of the wood, and the delicate, suspended balance of our rocky coast.
hazelnut, fir, brass & granite
2 × 3 × 18”h