Wood textures
There’s a quiet world hidden in the grain of wood—an ancient, textured language etched by time and weather. I’m drawn to the knots that resemble watchful eyes, to the gnarled patterns that seem to hold memories of wind, rain, and silence.In these surfaces, I see stories that have never been told aloud. A twisted root, the ghost of a branch, a split that runs like a scar. Sometimes it feels like the wood is looking back—observing, not performing. Not asking to be noticed, yet full of presence.I photograph these strange formations not to reveal what they are, but to honour what they’ve become. These are moments where the inanimate exhorts something alive. A reminder that even stillness has a voice, and even decay can hold beauty.
