The slab found a new angle here. The crack that ran straight in earlier pulls now cuts diagonally — wide and open, almost a canyon — dividing the composition into two different worlds. The lower left holds a nearly complete ring system, self-contained and legible, every year of the tree's life visible in tight succession. The upper field moves in the opposite direction: turbulent, dark, the grain surging toward the upper right and off the edge of the paper. A knot void sits in the lower left like a fixed point while everything else moves around it. This is the most restless print of the series. The same wood, turned slightly — and everything changed.
