When making this work, Neha Choksi is a child digging, an excavator boring, a horologist counting contingent intervals; is an ancient sea forming the seabed, a chunk of limestone, a core drill bit and a chisel; is this dug hole, that liquid lens, and also the held rope; is injured stone, frank glass, bubbles of air; is light lodged inside rock, a speck of dust lodged inside stone, the glass breathing the speck of dust, the held breath; in the gesture of making a simple sculpture of stone, glass, and air. Choksi lives and works under the Kármán line, in, on, and with the porous earth.