High inside a candlelit Isfahan shrine dome, turquoise and lapis glazed star patterns climb into the dark, and halfway up the fired ceramic dissolves seamlessly into white chalk geometry on deep slate, kites and darts continuing the exact pattern the tiles began, as if the dome's upper half were proven rather than built. Abandoned scaffolding, a craftsman's wooden template against a ladder, one stick of chalk on the stone floor far below. Aquatint etching with hand-applied turquoise glaze, velvet blacks, candle-warm highlights against cold slate. Quiet, exact, five centuries folded once. See more