The contrasting white patches on black reminded me of my pen and inkdot drawings. I began to arrange the rocks in patterns. I tried another, then another until, within a short time, the beach was filled with precariously balanced rocks. Amazed and delighted, my world forever altered, i became intensely interested in balancing rocks of every shape and size. There is a feeling of deep connection working with stone.
Ancient memories combine with a tactile recognition of the physical laws of gravity and balance.
I'd been noticing that boulder for months and became convinced it was an ideal foundation rock for a sculpture. The site can be viewed from both directions and access is difficult. When the stack tumbles, it falls into the drainage ditch below where most of them can be retrieved. My friend and fellow Rockatier, Glen McConnell agreed to assist, although neither of us knew if we could build one in such a challenging location. The first time we set foot on the site, the noise of the cars and the blast of wind from semi's cruising by at 100K was so intense, I doubted I could concentrate enough to do the piece.