Wait

A surface that holds time rather than depicts it. Gold is laid down and covered, then laid down again.

Each pass leaves a residue the next only partly conceals until the accumulation becomes the image. Fissures and raised veins run through the field like the record of a long pause. Everything settles.

The eye finds no focal point, only a slow topography that rewards a second and third look. Waiting here is not empty duration but a material that thickens.