Created in the wake of Helene. An effort to reflect on the catastrophe of the landscapes and souls most dear to me. The molten metal serves as a metaphor for earth’s fickle nature as waters flow unfettered from their arbitrary bounds carving out new pockets of loss. Where once sublime overlooks greeted contemplative eyes now lays a thick blanket of sludge and graves of fallen timber. Beauty transmuted to formlessness. Yet within this apparent dissolution we are reminded that destruction carries within itself a seed of renaissance. The catastrophe presented  is not simply devastation but invitation to participate in creation, to sculpt from formlessness. Not a restoration of what was but perhaps an incarnation of greater harmonic and aesthetic transcendence.  As nature does most often in her cyclical nature, we are reminded that impermance serves as both wound and bandage. What often appears as endings conceals itself within the possibility of a more magnificent start.