Breakwater Bloom

I made this piece thinking about those late March days when the ice starts breaking up near the Sister Bay marina. You’ve got these jagged sheets shifting in the wind, and right at sunset, everything reflects: orange, blue, purple, gold, just for a few minutes before it all goes dark.

In Breakwater Bloom, I let the colors climb upward like stacked fragments, sharp at the base, then pulling out into motion. The blues and whites hold the cold, but the copper and purple carry that hint of light and warmth, like the season trying to turn.

It’s a piece about change - not sudden, but steady. Ice into water. Quiet into wind. A reminder that even the stillest surfaces eventually give way.