This sculpture brings together two quiet elements a bowl turned from Manawa wood and a layered grey rock found at the edge of the sea near Mount Maunganui, on a cold, clear evening.
The Manawa, a coastal tree that holds its ground between land and tide, I got this from an old local woodturner a man of craft, since passed. From his hands to another’s, the wood carried its own kind of memory.
patient, salt-breathed, and steady. Turned into a vessel, it now holds space rather than substance a kind of offering.
The rock was found by chance, walking with the dog as wind pressed in from the sea and the day turned toward night. It sat quietly among shells and drifted things on Moturiki Island, its surface marked by pale horizontal strata lines that speak of sediment, of pressure, of time laid down in layers no eye ever watched forming. It was not chosen for perfection, but for presence.
This work is a quiet reflection on the way we gather meaning. Sometimes it arrives in the form of a gift other times, we find it while walking at the edge of what is allowed. The wind is cold, the sky is open, and something small, textured, layered waits to be noticed. In that way, this piece is like life, shaped by time, softened by giving, and held together by the moments we don’t plan, but which stay with us nonetheless.
H 14cm
diameter 20mm
This sculpture brings together two quiet elements a bowl turned from Manawa wood and a layered grey rock found at the edge of the sea near Mount Maunganui, on a cold, clear evening.
The Manawa, a coastal tree that holds its ground between land and tide, I got this from an old local woodturner a man of craft, since passed. From his hands to another’s, the wood carried its own kind of memory.
patient, salt-breathed, and steady. Turned into a vessel, it now holds space rather than substance a kind of offering.
The rock was found by chance, walking with the dog as wind pressed in from the sea and the day turned toward night. It sat quietly among shells and drifted things on Moturiki Island, its surface marked by pale horizontal strata lines that speak of sediment, of pressure, of time laid down in layers no eye ever watched forming. It was not chosen for perfection, but for presence.
This work is a quiet reflection on the way we gather meaning. Sometimes it arrives in the form of a gift other times, we find it while walking at the edge of what is allowed. The wind is cold, the sky is open, and something small, textured, layered waits to be noticed. In that way, this piece is like life, shaped by time, softened by giving, and held together by the moments we don’t plan, but which stay with us nonetheless.
H 14cm
diameter 20mm
