One of the joys of walking on the beach is looking for seashells and other objects the tide has placed there. Training your eye on the ground, you see new forms and shapes both in and out of context. I found a big piece of polished coral with a hole carved out of it and thought it would make a planter/ table centerpiece with one of the epiphytes you find in almost every tree and cactus here. But first I put a piece of driftwood in the hole that Joel had just found. It brought to mind the visual vocabulary of the Spanish painter Miro. Then I remembered the sponge I had found last week; another Miro image.
