Amphitrite
A few months ago I spent a week collecting seashells and bits of coral on a tropical shore. The sea fills me with awe and fear, and this form of respect resulted in my beach-combing to turn into self-perceived thievery. Being scared of the sea already, angering it was the last thing I wanted. I ended up making an offering at the end of each day, a drawing in the sand that I imagined the sea would like to roll its waves over. I made the first drawing while the surf was still quite far off. Yet when I finished, a wave rolled in and swallowed it whole, mere centimeters past the last line of the drawing. When I looked down, I found a beautiful fossil; the coil of a shell in yellow stone. I thought to myself, a god is born.
2016