It's strange how the desert make you think of water. At times at Muley my brain would trick me into thinking that if I looked up I would see the sea. It felt like we were on a high cliff over looking the ocean. The terrain below would once have been carved by the melting of the ice, cutting into the rock. Now we looked on down and down into the ancient sea bed. "The Presence of Absence" was the term I coined for it and it would go round and round in my head. The shapes I made try to respond to ideas of empty volume, water, weight, space, place and time.
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