Title: "Stories from a place he never knew existed"
I am constantly fascinated by the lines etched into the coastal rock around here. I think of how these lines were made according to some physical rules resulting from unimagined past conditions, resulting in these beautiful patterns. And how an artist who was to etch a stone or plate would have great difficulty achieving such beauty in an unstudied, unconscious manner. The slight depressions holding tidal water add much needed mass to balance the delicate etched lines. I feel there is an implied narrative, difficult to discern, held within these patterns.