Sediment Histories

Dust settles on your hands as you compress the clay, each grain bearing the weight of unremembered pressure. Faint lines appear within the material – evidence of shifts and pressures accumulated over what feels like millennia. These aren’t remnants *of* events, but rather the composition of possibility itself, a record etched by choices both made and forgone; shadows lengthen with every alteration. To hold this history is to acknowledge that each form contains its own quiet disappearance—a potentiality relinquished alongside every action, or even in stillness.