There is a quiet permanence in a stone bridge that I find endlessly compelling, especially against the backdrop of the Blue Ridge Mountains. Unlike the shifting water beneath it or the skeletal branches of the trees above, the bridge stands as a testament to craftsmanship and time.

In this piece, I wanted to capture that contrast. The challenge was in the sheer variety of textures found in this mountain landscape: the jagged, individual faces of the foreground rocks, the weathered masonry of the bridge, and the delicate, almost ethereal network of the winter trees.

Working in this monochromatic style allows me to focus entirely on the “architecture” of the scene—how light hits a rough surface versus how it filters through a dense thicket. It’s a meditative process of building layers to find the true weight of the place.

Technical Details:

• Mitsubishi graphite pencils
• 9×12 140lb cold press