Something acts within, beneath the surface, without yet asking to be recognized. It circulates and warms, then suddenly intensifies at a depth that escapes the gaze. The face, in its apparent stability, receives this silent activity. It remains open, offered, traversed by forces that precede it. Before any readable sign, an infinitesimal tension settles there.

Chemical reactions occur. Gases are released. The composition of the environment changes. The sea holds what is being prepared. Lands emerge here and there. They promise nothing. They result from what pushes upward and then decomposes. They are unstable and exposed. Often reworked by what labors within them, they drink rain laden with corrosive elements that act upon them without respite.
Form changes. Mountains do not dominate. They rise under the effect of internal pressures.