Metal does not hold still. Copper shifts, brass warms, and the patina keeps moving long after the hand stops.

These four panels are not pictures of the seasons. They are surfaces left to weather, worked, and layered until each one settles into its own light.

I guide the materials with heat and acid, but the season decides what it becomes. One panel resists me for weeks. Another arrives almost at once.

What rose to the surface was not planned. It is found.

The biggest achievement is when the viewer cannot see where my hand ends and the metal's hand begins.

This series is held in a private collection.