Marble columns, standing and fallen, in misty red sunrise, dawn
oil on Arches oil paper mounted on coroplast

Part of a series exploring columns, remnants thereof, and the surrounding atmosphere.

Imagine -- an architecture of grand scale whose every inch of surface was slowly shaped by human hands; an architecture designed to share the space with natural light and fresh air to such a degree that the elements dwarf it, rather than being excluded by it.

The lifespan of stone, so much greater than that of wood, metal, plastic or human, allows a far more tangible experience of the passage of centuries and millennia: how the elements and human activity have eroded and dismantled the structures in imperceptible increments; how they no longer project an attitude of dominance, but rise carefully out of the landscape, offering delightful places for light to play and plants to lodge.