ver a decade ago, while living on the XLN Ranch adjacent to
Enchanted Rock, I began what might be called aestheic play. First I began stacking
rocks everywhere I went -- mainly in the streambed of Sandy Creek where there was an ample
supply of materials. I began to delight in creating invisible yet very precise
lines. Lines of gravity...
Then I began playing with leaves,
lichen, moss, twigs and logs -- anything at hand. Even later I became fascinated
with the subtle beauty of decaying alge...
Very few people saw these creations and even fewer photos
were taken. I knew my efforts would soon be reclaimed by the environment as if they
never were. That didn't matter; in fact that was accepted as part of the process.
Is this Art? Who knows? Who cares?
As a result of this process I became more aware of the inherent beauty in nature,
and the temporal nature of all things.