I toed the curious piece of flotsam past the line of foam marking high tide. Muddy and sea-colored, larger than my sneaker, I’d almost walked right past it. Objects like this had been following me for years. I kicked it again. Harder.
These two prints are from a series made from objects that I find while exploring in my boat. In some ways I think of printing washed up debris as another way to collaborate with the tidal currents in the harbor. The harbor takes all these objects and sucks them in, then redistributes them around the shore according to weight, shape and density. Then I come along and do something else with them.
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