The Search

The environment I often find myself in is ever changing. It is both beautiful and dramatic-—like the material I am searching for.

I walk for hours - combing, turning, lifting, hauling, carrying - searching for just the right piece - a selected piece, not simply any piece.

My decisions are based more on aesthetics than the critical consideration of its suitability. My love of it's color, shape and texture are what drive me, sometimes to great lengths - sometimes with heroic strength...

Each piece has a story.

A piece may show itself resting on a rock ledge or hidden beneath a storm-strewn bounty of seaweed, shells, and sea made wood.

Pieces seem to jump out at me.

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