Still Standing, Awkward
These
are portraits of the nearly unseen—trees bent, weather-worn spared not by
intention, but by disinterest.
Left behind on steep ridges or twisted beyond use, they linger unnoticed.
Until the fog rolls in.
In that quiet vapor, a moment arrives. A silhouette emerges. A misfit is aired—no longer hidden, no longer forgotten.
These paintings hold that instant: the brief recognition of a stray life, quietly claimed.
