A Moment on Worn Stone XXVIII

The abandoned pedestal, worn by time, has become something else entirely—a stage for reflection, a place of quiet reckoning. The blurred figure, barely solid, stands at the threshold between memory and presence, reaching without grasping. The expansive and weightless water absorbs the stillness of stone and shadow.

This composition leans into abstraction, exploring themes of liminality and transformation. The soft contrasts and faded textures lend a dreamlike quality, echoing Jorge Luis Borges's words: “Time is the substance I am made of.” In this moment, figure and stone exist within that substance—shaped by it yet momentarily beyond its grasp.