Every forest has its scholars, and sycamore bark may just be the most committed among them. Weathered by years of leaf-rattling conversations and moonlit lectures, these bark fragments carry stories the way books carry ink—etched in ridges, curled edges, and unexpected hollows.
In A Study in Barkology, each piece of bark becomes its own chapter. Threaded sculptures wander in like curious footnotes—little asides, small observations, the whispers of things that couldn’t quite stay silent. They perch, drift, and hover, giving the bark’s natural architecture a touch of mischievous commentary.
Together, they form a kind of vertical landscape, part geology, part biography, part daydream. Look long enough and you may see cliff faces, ancient pathways, or the hint of a forgotten tower. Or perhaps you’ll simply sense that the bark knows far more than it lets on.
After all, Barkology isn’t a science you learn—it’s one you feel. And this piece invites the viewer to lean in a bit closer, as though the forest itself has paused mid-lecture, waiting to share one more secret with anyone willing to listen.
A Study in Barkology
