A couple of weeks ago, I did a segment with Martha, demoing the Sailor's Valentine boxes using all nature materials that I found on the beach. We also showed a piece of art I created from all the plastic remnants I collected that littered the ocean shore.
Besides being automatically drawn to the specs of bright colors heading down the beach seeking shells, the remorse I would feel to "pirate" the natural and pass by the manufactured. How could I do that? Once that ida was in my head, it was impossible to stop picking it up.
After cleaning, drying, organizing by color and packing in my suitcase, all the plastic from the beaches of a small island in the Bahamas, we journeyed home to New York City. One night, I sat indian-style on the floor, scrutinized over layout and puzzled together a color gradient composition.
It changed a few times, many times, before I decided to glue the pieces down.
Now that I've composed the blue, green, grey, purple—I have the red, orange, yellow left to map out.