Running Stone
The stone was found buried in a garden. It probably dates from the time the house was built, so from around 1870. As such, it's all the more astonishing that it didn't break during my handling of it, despite the multitude of prominent cracks. After so many years embedded in the Earth, exciting new adventures await this weathered old rock. Because I don't wish for it to be tossed around in its suitcase by the ground crew, the New World excursions take place solely via automobile.
Maltreated Rock
In spite of its obvious signs of wear and tear, this rock sure keeps its act together. And then I dared to drill into it. Welding work with structural steel for a series of images. The positioning of the legs represents the stoic gait of a seasoned stone. The rusty screws and nails magnify the sorry state of this lone wolf.
