Rooted Unity

Rising from a pale, weathered ground, the dark, stalk-like forms read as a small grove of sentinels—at once botanical and totemic—holding a fragile vertical order against a field of restless, rust-colored marks. The surface is alive with drips, scratches, and looping tracery that behave like wind, memory, or sediment, turning the surrounding space into a nervous atmosphere rather than a backdrop. By limiting the palette to charred blacks and oxidized browns, the work compresses time into matter, suggesting growth shadowed by erosion and the persistence of life within a bruised landscape.