The crickets sing a melody that indicates that night is coming. There is a constancy, as if breathing were permanent, keeping the music...

PHILOSOPHY OF SPONTANEOUS IMAGE-MAKING WITHIN AN ENVIRONMENT A wide sandy beach off the Atlantic Ocean was my first studio. Throughout my childhood, I played there, sculpting and drawing in the sand. I was unaware that countless generations of children before me, even centuries ago, had played on this same beach with this same sand, and created forms, mounds, tunnels and holes, that probably resembled my own. The children of my generation had limited art materials and often p