24”x36” mixed media on canvas
A single limb reaches out from the seam where earth meets light. Its bark is dark and weathered, its edges frosted by whatever has passed. Lichen rises from the surface in small, beaded relief, still growing on wood the world has written off. Beneath it, the ground is cracked rust and ochre, worn by pressure and time. The branch does not argue with any of it. It holds.
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24”x36” mixed media on canvas
A single limb reaches out from the seam where earth meets light. Its bark is dark and weathered, its edges frosted by whatever has passed. Lichen rises from the surface in small, beaded relief, still growing on wood the world has written off. Beneath it, the ground is cracked rust and ochre, worn by pressure and time. The branch does not argue with any of it. It holds.
Contact me for payment and delivery options