Collector Notes:
Hand-carved into layered sand and pigment, Storm 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.
Collector Notes:
Hand-carved into layered sand and pigment, Storm 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.