Goosewing Beach

A trip to the shore, with my thesis studio began with a camera, and a wire grid of 9"x9".

I drove to the beach and met with my studio. The day was sunny and the sky was clear blue, with only a few dusty clouds. I hopped along a small creek and began a walk. I tossed my metal grid into the air and followed its flight. I took a picture. All of the little stories in the image became noticeable. I picked up the grid and tossed it again. A new composition was revealed. I chased the metal grid down the shore line. My jeans were rolled up and the surf touched my toes. The grid would sometimes disappear in the water, but I would recover it down by the edge of the breaking surf.

I repeated this game of chance for almost two hours, not really knowing what I had collected along the way. Finding natural surprises within the metal frame was an excitement. I was telling the story of that day through a metal frame. It was a day of collecting.

With my collection in hand, I climbed into my car. With a fresh sunburn on my cheeks and tired eyes I made the trip back to Providence.