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Here, the wood remembers the rain.
Like the deeply fissured bark of old-growth cedar standing watch over the Puget Sound, the carved timber holds its texture—a quiet topography of shadow and light. Suspended by a single, gleaming thread of brass, the smooth river stone hangs heavy, a perfect counterweight born of the tumbling currents below. In the blur of its motion, it becomes a restless pendulum, mirroring the gray, swirling skies of our coast. It is a portrait of profound equilibrium: the unyielding, rooted core holding fast against the constant, restless pull of the world.
fir, brass & granite
2 × 3 × 14”h
Here, the wood remembers the rain.
Like the deeply fissured bark of old-growth cedar standing watch over the Puget Sound, the carved timber holds its texture—a quiet topography of shadow and light. Suspended by a single, gleaming thread of brass, the smooth river stone hangs heavy, a perfect counterweight born of the tumbling currents below. In the blur of its motion, it becomes a restless pendulum, mirroring the gray, swirling skies of our coast. It is a portrait of profound equilibrium: the unyielding, rooted core holding fast against the constant, restless pull of the world.
fir, brass & granite
2 × 3 × 14”h