One of the last people to come into the gallery was a blind woman who had a chance to feel the works and talk with me about her experience of form and texture. The scents of oakum and tarred hemp were an added addition to the experience of the pieces. She had grown up near dock sites in England.
Last day of the year and a walk along the shoreline . . couldn't help myself . . I came home with driftwood for new works. . . It's that time to back up images and files . . . back to work. See you soon . . .
D.




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