A small experiment from The Rooted Age

I’ve been quieter than usual.

Not by design, but because my body insisted on it.

A pretty nasty chest infection knocked me sideways and required antibiotics,and for a while I was very much in a walking dead, no use to man nor beast state of being.

Everything felt slowed.

Softer.

As if the world was being seen through cobwebs.

In the middle of that, I finished a small textured experimental piece.

It wasn’t about pushing or proving anything.

It was about looking.

About surface, colour, and mark.About what happens when you let urgency fall awayand pay attention to what remains.

This piece sits within my ongoing experiments for The Rooted Age...a way of exploring texture and palette,and noticing how decay, layering, and stillness live togetherwhile the world is still forming,before things harden into their final shape.

I don’t have a fixed name for it yet,but a few possibilities have been circling:

Where Dew Collects

Winter Residue

Low Light, Late Season

What the Frost Keeps

None of them have quite settled.

If one of these speaks to you...or if the piece suggests something else entirely...

I’d genuinely love to hear what you see in it.

The piece is available, should it find someone who wants to live with the work as part of that unfolding.