Winters in St Barths.

In the early seventies I had a chance to live the winters in St. Barths in the French West Indies. I had a house in Maine. For three years I spent the winters in St Barths and the summers in Maine. It was ideal. In Maine I had a big studio and painted every day. In St. Barths painting did not seem to fit. I believe it was because I enjoyed sailing and swimming. I came by a camera and found that more conducive for my need to create. Here I worked with dough. Forming a shape and placing it in the sand then photographing it as it rose. There where plenty of land crabs, they came out at night would . I would capture a dozen or so and set them loose on a patch of white sand that I darkened with soot and have them do a drawing for me. This form represented here was derived from the shapes that the painter Myron Stout used in his work.

My beautiful picture
My beautiful picture