This vase was carved from a chunk of Siberian elm rescued from a burn pile in Winnipeg’s Island Lakes. Its golden tones shimmer with unusual warmth, almost sunlit, offset by a bold knot that swirls like an eye mid-blink.
The form is softened but steady: a tapered body with just enough asymmetry to echo the hand that carved it. Look closely and you’ll see traces of its story. Fire scars never realized, sap lines frozen mid-drip.
Island Ember #1 is a reminder that what’s nearly discarded can still hold beauty, and sometimes, brilliance.
This vase was carved from a chunk of Siberian elm rescued from a burn pile in Winnipeg’s Island Lakes. Its golden tones shimmer with unusual warmth, almost sunlit, offset by a bold knot that swirls like an eye mid-blink.
The form is softened but steady: a tapered body with just enough asymmetry to echo the hand that carved it. Look closely and you’ll see traces of its story. Fire scars never realized, sap lines frozen mid-drip.
Island Ember #1 is a reminder that what’s nearly discarded can still hold beauty, and sometimes, brilliance.
