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What the bio doesn't show is that I evolved from a sponge, no fact for that, just the sure knowledge that I Cannot do or go anywhere without soaking things up. As formless as water this stuff I carry, then it just swishes out in some new form.
Christmas 1999, I saw Crete and Istanbul for the first time. They're reappearing as a series of chairs. They're not the chairs of those places, but chairs with bits of those places: a Minoan Bull Throne, an Octopus Chair, a chair for Artemis and one for a Hamadryad. Perhaps one chair might evolve into a "Wine Tree," whose water was a jewelry clasp in the Athens National Museum - a tiny golden spiral holding a canine tooth. Then it became a ceramic wall cone held by a long, looping steel spiral. Now it holds wine bottles and will one day pay for my house. Some day I'll put in a bio, "Wine Tree." But that won't say anything about a jeweler from boeotia in the 4th c. BC who found a dog's incisor. Alas, poor bio...
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