A few months back you may recall my adventures in the windswept north eastern Atlantic ocean. I was lost in the changes of the ocean and captivated by the vertical migration of comb jellies, naked sea butterflies and zoo plankton. Not to mention the bubblegum pink krill. Although I feel a world away from that as I stumble through the streets of NYC, I realized that I have the sea right here with me in the form of 125 videos and these cork, silk, bone and cotton constructions that I gave the Greek name 'Planktos' to. You may remember that they were a part of the environmental show that I was a part of at Eastern Edge Gallery in Newfoundland. When the original piece sold, I found myself desperate to try to find the nearly obsolete cork floats that were one time a staple there. Cork is gone, we have destroyed the cork trees and now plastic sits in it's place. The original cork I found under the slipway tangled in a 50 fathom Herring net. It was my secret haunt between the tides and also between prying glances of one of the other artists who decided that whatever I began collecting, she would as well. So I had to sneak about and show only my trusted comrades Aleks and Grant as well as my 10 year old neighbor boy. I mean only the most trusted friends will appreciate me showing up at their door with a bucket of cod skulls, some mermaid's purses and a variety of flotsam. Ah those were the days. The rain in NYC leaves me wishing that I was watching the crashing waves, but for now I will sleep beneath my Planktos mobile.
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