A couple of surprise days off work and the sun benevolently casting its rays provided me with a window of opportunity to explore the coast and examine the tide line for found objects. Such explorations are best undertaken alone as I inspect the ground in an almost trance like state fearful of missing any special gift yielded by the sea. Companionship is a distraction, an intrusion. I could not help being rude for to engage fully with my task of searching means that I must disengage with humanity.
Not that I do not wish to share a walk with a friend. It is merely a different experience, for I am equally prepared to devote myself completely and wholly to a companion as I would devote myself completely and wholly to the task of exploration.
My crusade this week was to acquire weather worn plywood: recent storms providing hope for success. Whilst engaged in my task a fellow adventurer introduced himself and asked if I was an artist. We spoke briefly then went our separate ways for I was eager to complete my quest, the Masters deadline eminently approaching and always at the back of my mind.
By journeys end I had been rewarded with 3 sheets of plywood. It was here too that I was re-joined by the inquisitive stranger who gifted me artifacts that he had come across along the seashore. Touched at Kenneth's kindness I thanked him, taken aback by his thoughtfulness and fascinated by his selection.
Shell, stone vase artifact by Kenneth Burnett