In the world of "garbage washing ashore during winter storms," this recent entry may take the Artistic Design Award. I can imagine the art critic's review now...
"Given the large, three-dimensional nature and the necessarily bold visual language of this installation, the work has a strong sense of place, but at the same time, the depictions of fabric and rope produce a feeling of impermanence and shape-shifting evocative of transient lives where landscape, language and a sense of self are forever being renegotiated. Although mute, textiles are an almost inexhaustible mine of cultural and scientific information. The secret is in knowing how to read the signs. These physical qualities of endurance, adaptability and evidential power also have great metaphoric potential."
Not according to the local high school science teacher. Upon exploring Netarts Bay last weekend searching for cool stuff for his students, he found this Kelp Crab. It is cool, in a "creepy, don't ever want to run into one sort-of-way," I suppose.
He excitedly shared there are many, many of them in the Bay. Oh boy, I guess. He went on to say Kelp Crab are known for the ability to climb and run quickly, oh dear. They also pinch very hard, yikes.
Don't bother with all the scary sci-fi movies, this creepy crustacean will be the villain in my nightmares!
Of all the things the sea has shared with me this winter,
the Sea Dragon is my very favorite.
Coming ashore on a full moon, the fog parted long enough to light his way. The serpent had traveled a great distance the past fortnight and needed to rest on the soft sand. The next morning, the winter sun rose and warmed his smooth skin as he languished on the beach.
He quietly watched my approach. With a wink and a sly smile, he welcomed me to sit by his side. He talked of pirates and mermaids, of storms and wild seas and of far off places I can only imagine. I told him of deserts, canyons and cities where you never even see the horizon.
The conversation eventually drifted away and we silently watched the waves together as the sun crossed the sky overhead. We were kindred spirits.
I could have stayed there forever, but after a while, he turned his head longingly towards the sea. The high tide playfully lapped against his side, beckoning him back to the water. I knew our time had come to an end.
As we said our farewells it was clear, our friendship would last an eternity. Until we meet again, safe journey!