The rocks spoke to me. What a compelling metaphor for life and the human soul's journey! They shape-shifted the universal experience of one's own "broken places" into something that has purpose and meaning.
One of my "broken places" is Treblinka, Poland - the extermination camp where 800,000 Jews, including my grandmother and perhaps my grandfather - were murdered. I visited there in the fall of 2000 with my father, a Holocaust survivor, and was moved to tears by the sight of an expansive field overflowing with upright stones and rocks. The connection of the rocks to my Jewish roots with my father by my side brought me "home" for the first time.
I hope my Rockpeople of Chester Creek will serve as an invitation for you to turn inward and be open to what the rocks may have to say to the deeper aspects of who you are. - balancer Joel Carter, MD
Metaphor of the impermanenza is one, founding concept of many philosophies: the precarietà of the equilibriums seems to proceed of equal step with the beauty of the realization - balancer Renato (machine translation - see full text in original Italian)
"Anything is possible," Bill says. This is the message of his rock sculptures. He shares a story about a woman on her way to jump off the Golden Gate Bridge. The beach site where he was building was her last stop. After she saw what he was doing, she changed her mind. His sculptures have that kind of positive effect on people. - Kat Avila
"I know there are rational explanations for this, know that an engineer with a computer and a couple of calibrators could calculate the exact angle and intersection of repose. But that's beside the point."
"I believe that the rock artist of Venice Beach talked to the rocks, and that the rocks talked to each other. I believe that he got inside the spirit of the rocks, that he felt their every particle and prick, crevice and crack, fissure and vein, wind-scrape and child-gash, felt the swirl of saltwater in them and the pelting of rain, the wing-brush of seagulls and the webbed weight of ducks. I believe that he penetrated into something that remains a mystery to the rest of us, to our diminishment."
"Sometimes we find our lessons in unexpected places."
"Now I cradle these shards in my mind - little pocked pieces of craziness and wisdom, creation and community, prejudice and perseverance, focus and balance, surface and soul. I hold them together - turning and tilting, steady, steady - and practice my first words of Rock: crevice, tip, wind, lock." - Don George of Lonely Planet
"When a rock aligns in both realms I often hear a musical chord and feel an almost magnetic lock/clunk that moves through the rock and through my spine -- locking us to the Earth. - balancer David Lee Lang
