The Weight of Wax and Light In a basement studio in upper-Northwest DC, the air carries the scent of heated wax. This is where Robin Rose works, layering encaustic on linen mounted on honeycomb aluminum panels. The process is slow and physical. It requires a specific kind of patience to master a medium as old as this, one that relies on the luminosity of melted wax to create something that feels both present and intangible. There is a…