Basalt Logic
Limestone powder grit settles under fingernails as a half-buried relief emerges from the floor of this hollow hall. The heavy patterns resemble obsidian monoliths carved with jagged grooves, resisting any attempt at easy categorization. To trace these lines is to feel how an identity forms: not as a finished statue, but as an ongoing excavation where the hand and the stone become indistinguishable through friction. In this slow rubbing of surface against surface, the distinction between the carver and the object finally begins to fade into a quiet, singular rhythm.