Going to Sea

Some say that people go to sea to escape something. Reality, the law, wives? I’m not so sure. I suppose everyone has their reasons, after all people have been doing it for a long time and will probably continue to do so. However, I like to think that it is not so much escaping as it is searching. Searching for piece of mind. Searching for the exotic. Searching for answers. Time slows at sea and life is striped to its necessities. I’m not sure if you know this, but the ocean is big.

Somewhere in the classroom of my youth a larger person told me that the best work is forged out of what you are familiar with. I agree with this and have tried my best to live up close and personal to any subject that I want to make art about. And like the land artists Andy Goldsworthy and Richard Long, I think that it is not just the resulting creation, but the most ridiculous path you take to make it, that makes something great. Its not the destination but the journey is something that I made up and say a lot. Here is a small collection of paths I have recently taken and examples of the physical work that was the result. Sometimes I got paid for doing them, which is always nice, other times I was just satisfying a masochistic urge.