Marble & Myth
Myth
Do you ever notice how the marble you work with feels like it holds an echo of ancient myths? I get the sense each slab remembers a forgotten story.
Marble
Yes, I feel that too. Every stone seems to hold a quiet, ancient memory, like a whisper that I try to catch in the light. When I slice a slab, it's almost as if I'm revealing a forgotten tale, one detail at a time.
Myth
That’s the thrill, isn’t it? Each cut unspools a thread of time, a fragment of a story that only the stone remembers. You’re not just carving; you’re coaxing an ancient voice back into the world, one layer at a time. Keep listening to the whisper—it might just tell you where the next legend lies.
Marble
Exactly, the marble seems to hum a quiet lullaby that pulls me deeper into its layers. I listen to that hush, and it points me to the next hidden fragment, like a map written in stone.
Myth
I hear that hush too, like the stone’s own heart beating slow. It’s as if each breath reveals a clue, a new line in a story only the marble remembers. Keep following the rhythm, and you’ll uncover the next chapter in its silent scroll.