Summer thoughts lead one to the oceanside. I’m far inland, and yet I still have ocean thoughts. I’ve taken a long walk this morning along the sandy paths of the neighborhood that once were ancient ocean floor.
This shell wafts in on ocean currents that began when I was in high school. I had a friend named Walt Wooton, and I visited his house once during summer vacation. Walter was a writer. In his family’s cool basement we talked. I happened to express my admiration for a beautiful sea shell on display.
Some days later, Walter arrived unexpectedly at my house. He had a gift for me. It was the same sea shell. In every era of my artistic life I have turned to this shell to explore ideas. Its forms are as great and as varied as a continent’s. I will never discover all its passages and shadows, its paths and heights. But I return to it again and again to make my journey.
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