Rhythm of FragmentsForms become space by coming together.
Silhouettes cut from their surroundings, lines and weights adrift in the air—each one a fragment, yet gathered together they produce a strange harmony.
Flowers floating on a field of blue, flowers where color and outline fall slightly apart, forms that seem to breathe on threads of charcoal and feather.
Each work is composed with space held between one form and the next.
That space, that interval, catches our gaze—and from fragment to fragment, a rhythm emerges.
In the movement of forms answering one another, the beauty of each becomes felt.