8 × 8× 1.5: on wood cradle with finished black sides, wired to hang flush to the wall.
Bathed in rust, ember, and ochre hues, this collage radiates like a flare from an unseen world. The warmth feels ancient, like a coded message burned into layers of time. Shapes flicker and pulse, as if heat itself is carrying the transmission. It’s a whisper through color: familiar, yet from somewhere we’ve never been.
8 × 8× 1.5: on wood cradle with finished black sides, wired to hang flush to wall.
This collage pulses with a quiet urgency, as if a transmission slipped through the cracks of time and space. Fragments—torn paper, static textures, and coded marks—converge to form a message beyond deciphering. It’s a visual frequency from elsewhere, inviting viewers to lean in, tune their perception, and interpret the static between the lines