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Rust is the past, it stains and penetrates, it binds. You may white wash the surface but this does not remove it, it seeps though, creeping below the surface before re-emerging to the surface.


Carved driftwood, once broken, rotten and eaten by insects and tossed crashed into the rocks by the waves. Hand carved working with its natural growths and defects, appreciating the beauty and working with its imperfections, keeping them on show.


Combining this dead wood with the seed head. The seed head may be dead but it is a reminder that life continues and has many phases.

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