Growing up in a rocky desert nearly everyone I knew in my small town had their own rock collection, gathered while hiking, off-roading, camping, or even just digging in their back yard. As a child, each of these rocks was magical and precious, each a piece of an infinite whole of never ending combinations of color and shape. By revealing the striated composition of this piece of shale (excavated from the hill opposite this exhibition), I want to rediscover the magic contained in these rocks. 

Or was that magic only ever in my imagination…