Blue Island

Then rose from sea to sky the wild farewell,
Then shrieked the timid, and stood still the brave,
Then some leaped overboard with dreadful yell,
As eager to anticipate their grave. - LORD BYRON.



This is a journey. It's all about history really, and the fact that we feel somehow driven to express our relationship with the sea. Not to paint its glittering surface or plunder its depths, but to seek out a new nature created from the debris deposited by human disaster.

Here's the fun .. we  are searching for hidden treasure and then we find it.  After the folly and desire of forgotten ages there's little left to ponder, save an occasional piece of driftwood or a faded pottery sherd washed up on the seashore. Fantastic and enigmatic, these corroded fragments from the past are mine and yours - they are immediately our finds - the relationship has formed, the bonding with a bit of wood and clay is instant. Reconstructed by decay and the passage of time they are thrown up by the sea for our discovery and subsequent use in some creative medium, and this is where the journey begins .... we are artists now and this work is about to become our own man-made history.