These macro compositions reveal complex designs, perfect stories you have to pause on to see. They live in the sand for a moment, then the tide rewrites everything. Meaning is never fixed.
Nothing can be possessed, or it dies.
We all harbor thousands of visions and impressions within us.
For some, like myself, these remain dormant until confronted them head-on.
Otherwise, they linger as a swirling tide of energy and emotion, lacking coherence but possessing and irrefutable structure.
Highly abstract, these images speak like distant forests and bloodstreams, like deep interconnectedness made visible. Soul, rivers, roots, wings, even human gestures.
Nature uses a kind of drawing language to express higher thoughts, with no explanation, just a hint or a thought left behind for us to inhale.
They remain fluid to the eye, the mind, the spirit, offering space for reflection with no need to resolve anything.
Like a song, they fill you for an instant, then vanish, yet something stays in you for a long time.
This body of work invites a metaphoric reading of the natural world, and of ourselves, in the same tide.
