Holy Rock

Not music.

Stones.

Having the honor of learning to use grit and electricity to turn beyond-ancient earth in to pure beauty. It surprised me how quickly I fell in love with this medium, I usually shy away from engines in my art.

I am stunned, how deeply I've been touched by this magic. How much I missed it when I was busy stitching up cocoons. It may be cold out, and my machine may be in the shed, but as soon as I can stand it, I'll be out there. I'm ready to learn more, to hear the rugged hum of stone on wheel.