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True elevation requires an anchor in the dark.
Do not look only to the erratic, trembling branch or the frantic blur of air, but to the heavy, silent center. I live in the deeply carved strata of the timber—layer upon layer, a quiet record of endurance. I am the dense, ancient pull of the stone, rounded by centuries of unseen currents far beneath the surface. The delicate brass wire is merely a conduit for gravity. Here, the profound truth of balance is laid bare: the wild, upward reach of the world is entirely tethered by the patient, unyielding weight resting in the deep.
hazelnut, fir, brass & granite
2 × 3 × 12”h
True elevation requires an anchor in the dark.
Do not look only to the erratic, trembling branch or the frantic blur of air, but to the heavy, silent center. I live in the deeply carved strata of the timber—layer upon layer, a quiet record of endurance. I am the dense, ancient pull of the stone, rounded by centuries of unseen currents far beneath the surface. The delicate brass wire is merely a conduit for gravity. Here, the profound truth of balance is laid bare: the wild, upward reach of the world is entirely tethered by the patient, unyielding weight resting in the deep.
hazelnut, fir, brass & granite
2 × 3 × 12”h