I keep thinking this is a great sculpture because it came to me. I dig everyday into unknown sometimes forbidden obscure places to find works like this. It's just the normal day's walk.
This piece has been in the backyard forever- two years before Jerry Wyman passed on- because he was with me when I found it- two years before his death. We were on the San Francisco Bay area-south end, where they walk the dogs. We had no idea why were there except to have fun. We had pastrami sandwiches and something to drink. The water was up to our ankles and we walked the walk. This stone came out of the sand to get me- I grabbed it.