Sand Spiral
60 × 48 × 1.5 Inches, Mixed Media on Canvas - 2025
Begin with silence.
With light low and salt in the air.
With the hush that comes before remembering.
Trace the curve — not with your eyes, but with your breathing.
Each ring a tide, receding. Returning.
A rhythm older than language.
Let the beige turn to gold,
the gold to dusk,
until the surface hums like a seashell held to your ear.
Do not name what you feel.
Let it take you.
Let it erase the edges of what you thought you were guarding.
The ocean and the desert share a hunger —
they pull until all that’s left is stillness,
and what you mistook for emptiness begins to glow.
Collector Notes:
Hand-carved into layered plaster and pigment, Sand Spiral reveals itself slowly — a meditation rendered in matter. The warm, sunlit tones recall shoreline and desert alike, surfaces shaped not by haste but by patience. Each concentric ring bears the trace of the artist’s hand, rising in quiet relief, catching and releasing light with every shift in perspective. What begins as pure geometry unfolds into something elemental: the rhythm of tide, the stillness after wind, the hush of time made visible. In its presence, scale becomes secondary to sensation — the work feels both intimate and immense, as if it were breathing.
60 × 48 × 1.5 Inches, Mixed Media on Canvas - 2025
Begin with silence.
With light low and salt in the air.
With the hush that comes before remembering.
Trace the curve — not with your eyes, but with your breathing.
Each ring a tide, receding. Returning.
A rhythm older than language.
Let the beige turn to gold,
the gold to dusk,
until the surface hums like a seashell held to your ear.
Do not name what you feel.
Let it take you.
Let it erase the edges of what you thought you were guarding.
The ocean and the desert share a hunger —
they pull until all that’s left is stillness,
and what you mistook for emptiness begins to glow.
Collector Notes:
Hand-carved into layered plaster and pigment, Sand Spiral reveals itself slowly — a meditation rendered in matter. The warm, sunlit tones recall shoreline and desert alike, surfaces shaped not by haste but by patience. Each concentric ring bears the trace of the artist’s hand, rising in quiet relief, catching and releasing light with every shift in perspective. What begins as pure geometry unfolds into something elemental: the rhythm of tide, the stillness after wind, the hush of time made visible. In its presence, scale becomes secondary to sensation — the work feels both intimate and immense, as if it were breathing.