A few days ago after a hailstorm, yes you heard me correctly - a hailstorm in sunny California, a friend and I went to the beach - my favorite place of refuge and respite. As we strolled through the sandy path, breaking the waves with our feet and breathing in the salty air, I began to notice the oddest things. The storm showered this little oasis with mounds of driftwood and the most wondrous discoveries were coming to light: a rather abstract and pompous looking sculpture, which my friend desperately wanted to drag back to her garden. It was a no go from the start, since the thing weighed a ton – literally!
A melancholy giraffe stretched out on the sand.
And, I found not one, not two, but three rabbits! I happen to have been born in the year of the rabbit, I drive a VW Rabbit, I drive like a jackrabbit (as many of my friends like to point out) and ever since I was little, my mom has lovingly called me her little rabbit. Undoubtedly the ocean was speaking to me; and I answered.
The outing was just what I needed. It gave me lots of creative ideas. I ran home and sketched, sawed, hammered, but you will have to be patient and wait to see what creations were born that day...
In the meantime, do you see what I see?