The taste of rhythm and intuition is all that is left. Rhythm and intuition is all that is left to to form this  gesture.

The discarded wood whispers, searching for an ear on which to land.

These remnants of carpentry shops and forgotten logs hold the character of the trees that once stood tall, a new expression is formed, the tall spirit returns.

Drawn to this raw material, the artist crafts from instinct, fueled by the collision between structure and chaos. There is only rhythm and intuition left, guiding the hands that form these gestures.

Wood is split, cut and put together in forms that feel both accidental and inevitable; always landing with purpose.

They capture tension but remain visually balanced, they project a ludic spirit with a visceral intention that welcomes the eye.  Each piece within this chaos is a contradiction, wild yet deliberate, brutal yet beautiful.