maybe this is the true meaning of the word inspiration...

yesterday i went to a secret place/beach that i was dying to go to for a long time: bottle beach in brooklyn. it was an amazing trip and the place has me in awe. here i had the perfect combination of nature and man-made in solitary beauty. when i'm truly moved by somehting i cannot write about it and that is what i'm feeling now, but i also think it's important for me to document this moment as projects will come from it/it's part of my work process. my photos will tell the story better than my words:

this is the place

bottle beach with still unidentified vertical lift bridge

and this is partly what makes it so special

nature and man-made make so much sense in bottle beach...

wherever i looked, i saw beauty and nature sculpting the man-made detritus

nature makes the best compositions

still life

and of course, i also tried making my own small interventions

a little installation for editing purposes

my little duchamp piece

it was a day of wonder and amazement, i felt renewed and so happy and full of possibility...

back in the studio, i took my precious treasures from the heavy bag i carried them in and lay them on my work table

there's an archaeological feel to this treasure finding

part of the stash from bottle beach in my studio

today will be a day of bleaching and scrubbing; i have an idea for what i'm going to do with my objects, it involves boxes and watercolors. i'm beyond happy :)

 <note to self: take my polaroid camera the next time> 

there are more photos in my flickr page in this set http://www.flickr.com/photos/takeout/sets/72157624619722004/