A skeletal running stitch to a fully-fleshed Tree and Moss on linen. Exploration of the Pacific West Coast, a slow and deliberate journey.
Perched on the edge of the pier, this humble shack called to me. Peering inside, I could make out a can of WD40 and odd bits of brightly coloured plastic, red, yellow, and green on the window ledge. These random artefacts might have belonged to a jug of paint thinner or a jar of peanut … More a shack
Still exploring the margins along the shore between land and water….
84 inches per square inch…and more
more margins, the edge, carved by the ebb and flow of the Ocean
Low tide and the land is revealed…