by SE Bachinger Long before we grasped for a hold upon terrestrial skin, Before the echos of human song reverberated, Fervent forces pulsed, a rhythmic memory, Their hands, not ours, shaped the cradle. Obsidian wove the tapestry of existence, fumaroles sighed , molten secrets etched in geological code Eruptions and subductions eternally ebb and flow Guiding evolution with untethered grace and gravity. Upon this Petric stage we arose, And, in our reckless march
Welcome to this project - it has been a long time in the making - a conglomeration of all of the facets of my work over the years; my passions, my independent research that feeds my constant curiosity, and most importantly - my connections to nature and our more-than-human kin. It's all coming together in unexpected ways, but in a manner that seems