
About the work
The snow beyond, a sudden thing. Gleam of metal, the old wood’s curve. A robin’s small insistence on something to eat. The quiet hum of new machines, always on. This pause. A warmth. Not the fire. Not the sun.

About the work
The snow beyond, a sudden thing. Gleam of metal, the old wood’s curve. A robin’s small insistence on something to eat. The quiet hum of new machines, always on. This pause. A warmth. Not the fire. Not the sun.