The Living Mountain

Over thousands of years, minerals, silt and salt rise from ancient seabeds, slowly forging themselves into a peak in the landscape, a process of continual gathering, folding and forming.

A mountain stands as witness, its presence and place earned through deep time.

Nan Shepherd observed in her memoir, from which this work borrows its title, 

“Thirty years in the life of a mountain is nothing, a flicker of an eyelid.”

Yet within a fraction of a flicker, a mountain can be torn apart, quarried, crushed and erased for industrial resources.

What has stood for millennia is gone in an instant, it’s material memory scattered.