Ammonite - Deep Time
Some forms seem to belong to time itself.
The spiral appears throughout the natural world — in shells, storms, unfurling leaves and galaxies. Always circling back, yet never quite returning to the same place.
Ammonites carried this form through ancient seas hundreds of millions of years ago. To hold one now is to hold the fossilised remains of a life separated from our own by an almost unimaginable stretch of time.
We are so accustomed to imagining progress as a straight line. Forward. Onward. Done with one chapter before beginning the next.
But life rarely moves that way.
We return to old places.
Old questions.
Old versions of ourselves.
Never quite as the person who stood there before.
Autumn knows something of this rhythm. The seasons turn as they always have. Growth gives way. Light recedes. What appears to be ending quietly becomes part of the conditions for what comes next.
Repetition is not necessarily regression.
Sometimes we are simply meeting something familiar from another turn of the spiral.
Ancient perspective, held in the palm of your hand.
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Each of these Ammonites has a beautiful abalone-like shell quality on the reverse. It isn’t especially uncommon, but it was something I specifically looked for when choosing these pieces - one of those little details that makes them feel that bit more special.
Ammonite - Deep Time
Some forms seem to belong to time itself.
The spiral appears throughout the natural world — in shells, storms, unfurling leaves and galaxies. Always circling back, yet never quite returning to the same place.
Ammonites carried this form through ancient seas hundreds of millions of years ago. To hold one now is to hold the fossilised remains of a life separated from our own by an almost unimaginable stretch of time.
We are so accustomed to imagining progress as a straight line. Forward. Onward. Done with one chapter before beginning the next.
But life rarely moves that way.
We return to old places.
Old questions.
Old versions of ourselves.
Never quite as the person who stood there before.
Autumn knows something of this rhythm. The seasons turn as they always have. Growth gives way. Light recedes. What appears to be ending quietly becomes part of the conditions for what comes next.
Repetition is not necessarily regression.
Sometimes we are simply meeting something familiar from another turn of the spiral.
Ancient perspective, held in the palm of your hand.
***
Each of these Ammonites has a beautiful abalone-like shell quality on the reverse. It isn’t especially uncommon, but it was something I specifically looked for when choosing these pieces - one of those little details that makes them feel that bit more special.
