The mystical ties between people and nature are primal and constant in the midst of the ever-flowing movement of life. Buddhism and quantum physics agree (in their own language) that rocks are, in their essence, aggregators of vibrant energy rather than inert lumps of matter. Rocks retain vibrations from the universe, it’s energy and wisdom locked in code; sleeping primordial symbols tethering us to the deep eternal we’ve become deaf and blind to. To awaken our senses to the deep eternal we need to experience re-enchantment; to be awed by the fact of existence and to feel that earthly nature is connected to the cosmos. How might we tune our senses to see the energy and hear the stories rocks hold?

These drawings/sculptures/objects live in undefined spaces where curiosity meets the uncanny, where macro meets micro, and where the cosmos meets terra. The naturally rough exterior of rock protects the mystery within. Only when a rock is sheared does it whisper existential truths. I am an interpreter, surfacing celestial bodies frozen in time and reconnecting them to a time when earth and sky were considered sacred and people were enchanted, believing the world was mystical.

Postmodernity is a time for re-enchantment with nature. We check out of the grind to check in with ourselves. We pilgrimage to nature to counterbalance our high-tech lives. Reflexively we document and share our adventures, and compulsively fill our pockets with rocks so that later we can recollect the s