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On the Making of Dust and Gold

Notes from a morning in the studio when the light came through at an angle I hadn't seen before — and what happened when I stopped trying to plan the work.

There are mornings in the studio where everything is known — you know the work, you know the material, you know how long it will take. And then there are mornings where the light does something you were not expecting, and you have to put down the plan.

This was one of those mornings. The charcoal was already in my hand before I understood what I was reaching for. The gold leaf came later — almost as an apology to the light that had started it all.