Vol I. Lithic Kin & Landforms
From beyond + through fumeroles rising, I sense the sea beyond the borders of my kin
I tell my story through mineral color, a vibrant display of what lies beneath the surface
Slowly, I erode. Weathered by time until I return to dust, sedimented memory of future pasts
/ TABLE OF CONTENTS
CONNECTING WITH OUR LITHIC KIN + LANDFORMS | AN INTRODUCTION
In the quiet embrace of stone, a profound attachment is forged—a silent communion that transcends words yet speaks volumes of our interconnectedness with the natural world.
I have been connected, mesmerized, drawn in by our petric kin for as long as I can recall. I have always had rocks in my pocket, in my home, my car – they find me and follow me everywhere. I marvel at the array of textures, colors, materials that they encompass and display – both individually and collectively.
/ EARTH SCIENCE
TYPES OF STONES
TYPES OF SOILS
TYPES OF LANDFORMS
/ LITHIC + LANDFORM SPECIFIC - REMEDIES + PRACTICES
EXERCISES WITH STONE/SOIL/LANDFORMS
Petric Perspectives
Our Shared Language Is Silence
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ART-MAKING WITH STONE/SOIL/LANDFORMS
Petric Perspectives
Our Shared Language Is Silence
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/ MUSINGS
Exhibit: Symbiocene Era: Artists Envision Environmental Symbiosis – Bushel Collective | Delhi, NY
I am excited to share that several pieces of mine have been included in the show Symbiocene Era: Artists Envision Environmental Symbiosisat Bushel Collective in Delhi, NY.
Reflections : Alone In The Worlds Oldest Known Forest
Reflections on my time alone in the World’s oldest known forest upon the upcoming October exhibition Symbiocene Era: Artists Envision Environmental Symbiosis – Bushel Collect
Publication : Center For Humans & Nature
To say I was beyond excited to receive an acceptance letter from the Center For Humans and Nature for my submission of Our Shared Language is Silence - an essay and images dedicat
Elegy For Petric Kin
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 our