Light reveals a rock's landscape — catching on crystal faces, sinking into crevices, and drawing out mineral details that might otherwise remain unseen.
Texture gives a rock its physical voice: rough, polished, grainy, fractured, or smooth — each surface shaped by crystal growth, pressure, water, and time.
Color reveals a rock's mineral makeup — iron creates reds and browns, carbon darkens stone, and quartz can appear pale or translucent as it reflects, absorbs, or transmits light.
Motion forms a rock — heat, pressure, water, and shifting earth — and it holds vibrational energy as its atoms continually move together within its mineral structure.
Since the mid 1970s, I have collected rocks. From the Swiss Alps and lakes, to the shores of France, the Rocky Mountains to the U.S. East and West coasts. Not gems, just rocks. Sorted by size, texture, and color. Rocks that have weathered time.
I am attracted to line, texture, and variation of color within one rock. Lines created by motion, cracked under pressure — water and ice depositing minerals to fill the cracks. Rocks shaped by glaciers, lakes, and oceans. The forces of nature shaping color and texture of each individual piece.
I compose them in stacks of three. Three is what feels right. Two creates opposition. Four creates stillness. One is stable energy, and three becomes a tuning fork — a geometric and vibrational relationship that does not exist when they are separate. Moving from simple existence into purposeful interaction.
Vibrational, energy, and motion. Rocks carry a coherent, stable vibration — that is what draws me to them. They are protective and grounding. Three together have a steady harmonic resonance. A group of them: a micro vortex of grounding energy.
This is the first composition created specifically for someone. It required first getting to know and understanding her. Then evaluating what type of rock and their characteristics would be the perfect match. Working with color, texture, and scale to compose a stack of beauty, energy, and meaning.
The mark had to hold up before it ever touched a stone — tested across color, paired with playful language, imagined on a shirt. Even the name is part of the practice.