The roar of a chainsaw slicing logs shatters the morning calm as Shayan Rose Ben Sira sends wood chips flying across her rural studio. Later, wielding a blowtorch, she transforms the raw logs into charred, textured bases for her sculptures….
The roar of a chainsaw slicing logs shatters the morning calm as Shayan Rose Ben Sira sends wood chips flying across her rural studio. Later, wielding a blowtorch, she transforms the raw logs into charred, textured bases for her sculptures….