Like a conch shell calls the echo of an ocean, this rock like accumulation, sliced like a geode, laterally shifts exposing a murmuring interior.
Rocks can be keys to the past when direct communication is no longer possible. We are left to make sense from remnants.
My father collected many things and, as it turned out, he had a substantial collection of stones, minerals and rocks. While I never asked him about this fascination, I’ve wondered since he’s been gone. The physical weight of this world left behind required attention and a kind of mining of a man and his belongings. This piece contemplates a past then attempts to decipher and re-imagine an object as a hidden message.
Created for the exhibition Conversations in the Dark at Municipal Bonds in San Francisco.