I began this piece with a simple hope: to make something beautiful. Something someone might want on their wall. But as the clay took shape and the acrylics settled into its grooves, Sedimentary revealed something deeper.
It emerged like strata hidden in the earth—each layer molded by hand, each texture a fragment of something once buried. Browns and ochres speak of soil and bone. Blues whisper of water once held. Reds pulse like veins beneath stone. The surface became terrain: not just geological, but metaphysical.
As I sculpted, I found myself exploring quantum reality—how emotion, memory, and time fold into matter. Each fissure felt like a collapsed wave function. Each ridge, a choice made visible.
This piece is both artifact and experiment. A beautiful object, yes—but also a threshold. A layered echo of truth: that beauty and complexity coexist in the same field. That what’s buried can be revealed. That transformation leaves a trace.
