Standing in the fourth quarter of the Wheel of Life, Sandra Shore has turned her attention toward the quiet poetry of decomposition — the way natural objects surrender to time, and how that surrender reveals its own unexpected radiance. She has become captivated not only by what fades, but by what is revealed when things fall apart.

This body of work gathers paintings, collage and assemblage of natural and found objects in their late stages of existence: slats of wood that have loosened themselves from plywood and softened into a silver-grey patina; garden roots that, once unearthed, mimic the intricate, branching of ancient trees. Each fragment carries the memory of what it was, and the whisper of what it is becoming.

In these three-dimensional forms, the cycles of birth, decay, and renewal are not abstract ideas, but tangible presences.

The Wheel leaves its mark — gently and relentlessly.
Consider that what appears to be an ending may also be another turn in the ongoing motion of life.