Frozen bubble balanced between two teasle stems, looking like a small planet.
A pair of teasel seed heads stand like weathered sentinels, their bristled silhouettes skeletal against a golden winter light. Between them, a soap bubble has frozen in mid-air — its iridescent skin now a delicate shell of ice, veins of frost tracing a miniature topography. The bubble reads like a tiny, suspended planet: continents and polar caps carved in crystalline detail, a thin halo catching the sun. The juxtaposition is arresting — the coarse, tactile geometry of the teasels framing the fragile, otherworldly sphere — a study in contrast where brutal texture meets ephemeral perfection. It feels both scientific and mythic, a small universe held briefly in the hush between seasons.
Printed on PF Lustre310 Semi gloss paper, without watermark.
Frozen bubble balanced between two teasle stems, looking like a small planet.
A pair of teasel seed heads stand like weathered sentinels, their bristled silhouettes skeletal against a golden winter light. Between them, a soap bubble has frozen in mid-air — its iridescent skin now a delicate shell of ice, veins of frost tracing a miniature topography. The bubble reads like a tiny, suspended planet: continents and polar caps carved in crystalline detail, a thin halo catching the sun. The juxtaposition is arresting — the coarse, tactile geometry of the teasels framing the fragile, otherworldly sphere — a study in contrast where brutal texture meets ephemeral perfection. It feels both scientific and mythic, a small universe held briefly in the hush between seasons.
Printed on PF Lustre310 Semi gloss paper, without watermark.
