Trace of Form

Rust-colored clay yields to a metal trowel, scraping away until a trilobite imprint emerges from the shale. Its segmented anatomy mimics the delicate branching of a nervous system, tracing erratic paths across the limestone surface like frozen lightning. These ancient fissures suggest an architecture that existed long before any singular mind arrived to name it. As these seedlings of pattern push toward light through the sediment, even our most private impulses feel less like original sparks and more like echoes carved into the deep, quiet stone.