MY STONE MAZE
As the ice age receded, the world was a prehistoric melting pot. Farmed, hunted, logged to excess, soil used up created a new nationality. These multiple ecosystems are displayed in collages I create with paper and rocks from outside — a variety of landscape and lore in my maze, real and imagined. Craggy hills, flowering hedgerows change as the sun’s shadow cross stony ridges inviting a rhythm — the walking pace of the foot and mind.
Rock hill lines last for centuries, woven with flowers, vegetation and weeds. They held lives within lives. Weeds are just plants some consider to be in the wrong place.
In the center of my maze would be stones in a circle to create a campsite or firepit; a place to contain and contemplate like a labyrinth.
If you could move a few stones in your lifetime, what would they be? What walls do you want to repair or change shape? Stones and rocks have deliberate work to shelter, to worship, to survive. When wind is still, my clarity has a smooth round stone shape. | CS