The day was gray and flat, the sea completely calm. In the village of Mendocino a sculptor was working on a 2 thousand pound block of Texas limestone, a direct carve. It was a foreign sound, the hammer hitting the chisel with perfect rhythm, in the heart of the village that drew me in. It reminded me of walking the streets of Pietrasanta, Italy.
Oil on panel, 8" X 10"
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