June 26, 2010
Fog Remnant Stone
limestone on an elm base
I am compelled by stones. I find them in fields, along river banks, on mountain slopes, and in ocean waters—or, in rare but amazing cases, from the sky. They are everywhere. Occasionally, I find one so magnificent I capture it and take it home so we can inhabit a space together. We try to teach each other our languages. Then I build stands for these stones, set them up on my dining room table, place them next to plants in my garden, and on the mantel above the fireplace. Sometimes I cut into them to reveal something essential about them. By living with them, I learn their stories, and I have a strong sense that they draw language to themselves.
I wrote an essay about this particular stone and its relationship to clouds. Read the essay.