Tidewrack

Wrack is what the tide leaves when it turns: weed, shell, a plank, whatever the water carried that far and then put down.

These sheets are made the same way as Big Salt — the same salt and seaweed, the same flood of water under glass — but I leave most of the field alone. What’s left is one thing on its own. A breakwater seen from above through moving water. Salt blooming outward in halos. A wave curling and coming apart over two small sheets.

The series is still open. Whatever the water sets down next goes here.