Dear ones.
This is my entry for the #monomad challenge.
When we drop stones into a common space, there is no aesthetic intention organizing them, but rather the inevitable action of the laws of physics.
Gravity attracts each stone to the lowest point, while friction and contact forces define the limits of its stability.
The result is a composition that seems random, but obeys an invisible logic: the search for balance and the minimization of potential energy.
Each overlap is the fruit of chance and geometry, revealing patterns that were not designed, but emerge naturally.
It is in this apparent disorder that we find a silent order, where nature dictates the form and time consolidates it.
