Sediment & Stillness
Cool ceramic met the palm of a hand, its smoothness defying the decades spent on a quiet shelf. A dusting of grey highlighted the delicate curve of the doll's cheek, marking passage yet failing to diminish it. Following this unbroken surface backwards—to mud and stone, to pressures unimaginable—revealed not an origin but a widening network of cause. Each touch left some trace; even stillness exacted its price in accumulated bloom and altered light, responsibility stretching beyond any singular maker or moment, lingering like an ache in the untouched spaces between things.