This is an old rap from my Kennebunkport, Maine days, 1970-1972, which has never before been written down. I laid it on Norman Stevens on July 29, 2013 when he phoned to introduce the beach glass project.
The Ocean is my Master. The ocean takes whatever falls into it and processes it without intent —– the true Zen artist. I will never equal my teacher because, being human and, moreover, a Yankee, I am constrained to make objects useful to my neighbors.
After forty years of splitting out spoons, I have become more persnickety about what I will carve to a spoon and increasingly liberal in my love of split wood. So far, my new “pure” sculpture has been universally rejected by galleries because I have not “done” enough.