Rust Cathedral

When I was a kid, I went deep into a cave in Decorah, Iowa in the summer—and I've never forgotten what it felt like to step into that silence and shadow. Inside, it was cold, the air like a secret. The earth revealed its hidden artistry: time moving differently, light catching on stone and stalactites, formations creating cathedrals of rust and copper.

This small piece holds a question far larger than its size: In a world that asks us to stay visible and lit, what does it mean to turn inward? Rust Cathedral whispers an invitation to explore the quiet formations already within us. What treasure do we hold, unaware? What cathedrals exist in our own depths? (As a former writing teacher, I know those prompts would find great answers.)

5 x 5 in | Original Collage on wooden cradle 
All original gelli papers with high gloss finish. Signed on side.