It’s common for an artist to speed past their best ideas. In NZ there are very few place to pull over to the side of the road that don’t involve ditches. Zipping along a windy tight road with erosion spills on one side and the ocean cliff on the other, the steep mountain side rising above of Ngawi burn themselves into my vision-memory. I make the trip three more times before I find the perfect sandy turnoff at the right time of day to get the drawing I wanted.

The fishing village seems dwarfed, inconsequential. I transcribe the houses as small neutral dashes between the cliffs and the ocean.

Man attempts to settle land, but truly, it is land that settles man, allows us to be here until it is time for the earth to move again. We small creatures must move fast enough to adjust.