Geodes have been objects of wonderment for me since childhood.  I was obsessed with the idea that I could go out into the landscape and pick up a rock that might just be filled with a magical surprise.  

I continue to be fascinated with the notion that seemingly ordinary objects have the possibility of harboring something unexpected and beautiful.  I am also interested in the geode as a time capsule—over time, a cavity is slowly encroached upon by outside elements, creating a history from the inside out.  

I build my geodes around the void created by my exhaled breath.  When each piece is finished, there is no evidence of what may lay beneath its surface.  As I create the piece one layer at a time, each time covering up the layer that preceded it, I have no idea what will reveal itself once the geode is split open.