There is a story behind this art. When I was 8-years old my parents bought a house near Lake Michigan. They thought it would be a wonderful idea to surround the perimeter of the house with a thick border of rocks. And where better to get these rocks for free but the granite-rock-studded local beach. And who better to collect them than myself and my brother. So for many weeks after our move-in, our family ate stale chips and soggy tuna fish sandwiches at the beach every night after Dad came home from work, followed by an hour or so of us kids filling aluminum work buckets up with rocks, hauling them to the station wagon and filling up the back. It was touted as a fun night out in nature. We weren't fooled. Every time I looked at our house thereafter I remember the weeks we spent as child laborers one summer.
November 20th, 2018
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