Wednesday, July 1, 2009

I drew the battered end of a piece of driftwood early one Sunday morning in a fresh, clean ocean breeze as a one-foot swell hypnotically broke metronomically on the shingle. From one perpective, a drawing is an artifact of what one was actually able to see. RSD


Stanley said...

well done Dent... I think I saw this piece during my last visit... down by the water wasn't it?

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