Dates carved into
Dates carved into the kiln’s brick don't follow a linear order, instead gathering in dense groupings—short storms of work bookended by long quiet stretches. These aren’t merely records of time but appear as thresholds etched into the very process of change, an effort to chart forces beyond direct sight. With each interval, something is taken *into* the clay, a subtle accumulation manifesting across repeated firings. Striking stone releases a metallic scent—the lingering tang of iron now mixed with unexpected sweetness in the warm air, hinting at complexities formed within.