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Here, the mist of the sound settles into the deep grain of the carved heartwood.
Like tide-washed gravel suspended by a single, golden tether of light, the stone hangs heavy against the void—a perfect anchor of earth. As it swings in a restless blur, it becomes the ghost of a cedar bough swaying in a rainy wind, caught between the gravity of our shores and the endless motion of the sea.
fir, brass & granite
2 × 3 × 14”h
Here, the mist of the sound settles into the deep grain of the carved heartwood.
Like tide-washed gravel suspended by a single, golden tether of light, the stone hangs heavy against the void—a perfect anchor of earth. As it swings in a restless blur, it becomes the ghost of a cedar bough swaying in a rainy wind, caught between the gravity of our shores and the endless motion of the sea.
fir, brass & granite
2 × 3 × 14”h