Rocks are hard, inert, unchanging, right? Wrong; not to me, anyway. When I see rocks, I see potential. I also see what was, in addition to what could be. I see the compression and flow of the rock, the ripple of strata through the ages. I see the beautiful arch of stone destined to one day collapse.
When I am struck by a rock formation, I think about planes and angles and edges and lines and most of all, the light that is reflected by and onto these shapes. To me, rocks represent an ultimate in abstract shapes. No two are the same, from pebbles to boulders; their shapes offer no symmetry to my eye. Their origins differ, just as their future is unknown. To me, however, rocks are soothing in their quasi permanence… A gentle reminder of our place in the scope of time.
