These pressures, these imprints of volcanic stones have left traces that resemble writing.

The tormented life of plant and mineral elements is expressed.

The entrails of life, the fossil of time.

Touch, imprint and inexorable march of time...

I observe the stone. Living stone, springing out over the landscape, which in turn becomes round, pointed, inclined, jagged, shapeless or animal...

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“Here appears, in all its strangeness, the chaos of natural forces.”

"There is a world written on stone..."

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