It comes in red.
Not warning, but remembrance—
the sea breathing iron,
the sky answering in flame.
Everything touched begins to shimmer.
The water darkens,
then glows from within,
a slow pulse, a yielding heat.
From ruin, color.
From oxidation, light.
Even the heaviest metal learns to move again.
I stand at the edge,
ankles stained,
watching the world wash itself clean
with what it cannot undo.
Collector Notes:
Iron Tide explores the paradox of beauty born from reaction—how corrosion, pigment, and light converge to create transformation. Layers of acrylic and oil build a rich field of crimson and violet, evoking twilight reflected on a tainted sea. The heavily textured surface suggests both water in motion and matter in decay, capturing the fragile equilibrium between dissolution and renewal. The work reflects the cyclical nature of creation: the way impurity gives rise to radiance, and how even the reddened tide carries its own quiet grace.
It comes in red.
Not warning, but remembrance—
the sea breathing iron,
the sky answering in flame.
Everything touched begins to shimmer.
The water darkens,
then glows from within,
a slow pulse, a yielding heat.
From ruin, color.
From oxidation, light.
Even the heaviest metal learns to move again.
I stand at the edge,
ankles stained,
watching the world wash itself clean
with what it cannot undo.
Collector Notes:
Iron Tide explores the paradox of beauty born from reaction—how corrosion, pigment, and light converge to create transformation. Layers of acrylic and oil build a rich field of crimson and violet, evoking twilight reflected on a tainted sea. The heavily textured surface suggests both water in motion and matter in decay, capturing the fragile equilibrium between dissolution and renewal. The work reflects the cyclical nature of creation: the way impurity gives rise to radiance, and how even the reddened tide carries its own quiet grace.