Still Point
Dim indentations softened with each press, losing definition until they mirrored the room’s muted light; a subtle reshaping occurred with every contact. These weren't carvings but adjustments – a gradual acceptance of pressure accumulated over moments. The cool clay absorbed warmth from your hand, responding to balance even within its delicate structure. Like pale reliefs emerging from stone, each touch left an echo of force, altering the form imperceptibly as it sought stillness and quiet resolution.