Still, Life feels like peering through a window into a small, lived-in interior. Built from salvaged wood and a porch screen frame, it layers everyday remnants into a bouquet of found forms: tin lids and light covers become flowers, springs and spirals become stems, and tiny hardware and glass elements glint like dew. The piece rewards slow looking, almost like a "find the thing" puzzle, with details tucked everywhere: keys, tape-measure parts, beads, hooks, and bits of old devices repurposed into quiet ornament. A scrap of fabric spills beyond the frame, a deliberate gesture that pulls the scene into the viewer's space and emphasizes the work's dimensional, almost domestic presence.