Dennis Hollingsworth

Snorkeler

Codolar beach. In the shelter of this cove, there are a variety of underwater environments: vertical rocky wave thrashed action, sandy middle deeper water marked at the center with a yellow mooring bouy, rocky shallows inclining gently to the east where bigger fish sleep under ledges.

You can only surveil schools of fish and spy octopus and jellyfish for so long. After a while, you've got to have something to do. I myself have a choice of two tasks: to clean up the trash or build a little stone grotto by the bouy for the fishies to call home. I guess it's the architect in me, it's got to come out somehow.

Stephanie took the camera -thus the P.O.V. away from my control- and shot me as I exited from a typical outing.

The look of grim determination is from the rocks that make the exit tricky. It's not like I am grim or determined or anything.

No, nothing like that.

But imagine being able to dial up a web address and find pics of Jonathon Lasker building and driving hobby cars... or Michelle Grabner learning the Tango... or Ed Ruscha swilling beer with his bowling league buddies. Yea, this blog stuff has a hazard with the possibility of deflating the artist mythos... let's just say that I like tto live dangerously. Besides, I think there is something nasty about the image of the artist as aloof Olympian anyway.