MoRDi CuaC, "Amethyst geode in the parent rock," 2003
Emptying comes first, leaving a husk around a center that’s leached out. Was it buried in mud, a lava flow? Staying buried for so long, what was emptied now begins to be infilled, slowly, with beauty. So too with us. Scuffed, roughened, nothing left on the inside except a thin layer of self, after ages forgotten. And then a gift: an osmosis from what seems like nothing percolates through what’s left, lays down amethyst or chalcedony, geometries all perfect, inward, metaphysical; as geodes hide gems until broken open, so too do we.