A while back Gina was in a two month long intensive glass blowing program at Penland School of Craft, North Carolina.
It was an amazing opportunity for her so I stayed in Austin and held down the fort while she was gone.
When she came back I hadn’t left Austin for that two months. And it was making me bat shit crazy.
I decided to head down to the Texas Coast and the Gulf of Mexico where there’s water, beach, clouds and piers to photograph.
Finally I ended up in Port Aransas where I found a cool little condo on the beach to stay at.
The weather had been crazy for months. Plenty of storms in the Gulf and throughout Texas.
The beach was littered with all kinds of trash. I could have made a whole series from it. Maybe I will someday.
Anyway. I ran into this Nomadic chair one morning that had washed up from the Gulf and was lying there beached dead.
One missing leg made it useless.
Formally, I thought it made a wonderful composition against the waves and sky.
Conceptually, I had deeper questions.
Where did it come from?
What kind of life did it have?
How many asses sat on it?
