Lithic Pulse
Rough limestone ridges grate against a trembling fingertip, meeting a grit that refuses to yield. This friction mimics the sudden strike of a single droplet hitting deep water, tracing an origin point within the stone's ancient weight. As the hand traces the spiral, the hard boundaries of solid matter soften into heavy planes of obsidian. In this tactile intersection, the distinction between what is fixed and what is unfolding finally dissolves into a quiet, seamless whole.