She spoke of alchemy, culling influence of nature and design, and conjuring an idea, an impression of something not yet distributed among the masses, or the elite.

When bones turn to metal, and blood runs like wine, when the concrete beneath us bends and sways to our whim, when we roll or step, when we bang or twang or pick or press, we crush, destroy, rebuild, and thrive, we break free and respect the temperamental yet balanced nature of our nature.