Forty thousand years ago, our ancestors carved notches into bone and stone to track the lunar cycle. The moon was their first calendar, their first shared language, the oldest subject human hands ever recorded.

These works begin with that same act of looking.

A hand-forged brass disc, patinated and worked until it carries the weight of sustained attention, anchors each panel within a field of riveted copper and mixed metal. The grid structures surrounding it echo the oldest human impulse: to mark time, to count, to remember.

Each panel holds a different atmosphere, a different season, a different passage of light. The moon remains unchanged while everything around it shifts.