8" x 12"
kiln glass, hand-cut glass, re-claimed tin

I am standing barefoot in a cabin, deep in the Montana wilderness. In the distance, I begin to hear a noise and it is growing. It is not mechanical, not of man. The deafening sound is reaching towards me, into me, and now I feel it as much as hear it, maybe more. I am in an earthquake and for a fleeting moment with the earth moving under me or rather, through me, I am awestruck by the unspeakable power of the movement. I think of Yellowstone and what lies there, beneath.

Mosaic Collage / Abstraction
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