Jim Charter wrote:

> Get more education.

Still not good enough, eh?

> BTW everytime I see a Stella, I think of you.
> This does seem Stellaesque.

Thank you![1]

He and I are both obsessed with 'Moby Dick.'

This and '...geeks only?' were both inspired in part by the Albatross
Footnote[2],  but neither render is good enough for a serious
presentation. I can't go into why that is without derailing this thread,
but a better render of this image will hopefully exist someday. In this
sense, I have never completed a 3D work to my satisfaction. I've only
ever printed my "flat" pictures.

 -Shay

[1] Exclamation point conditional on your saying this in reference to
the works he was doing in the 60s 70s and not the trash-pile sculptures
into which he has since regressed.

[2] I remember the first albatross I ever saw. It was during a prolonged
gale, in waters hard upon the Antarctic seas. From my forenoon watch
below, I ascended to the overclouded deck; and there, dashed upon the
main hatches, I saw a regal, feathery thing of unspotted whiteness, and
with a hooked, Roman bill sublime. At intervals, it arched forth its
vast archangel wings, as if to embrace some holy ark. Wondrous
flutterings and throbbings shook it. Though bodily unharmed, it uttered
cries, as some king's ghost in supernatural distress. Through its
inexpressible, strange eyes, methought I peeped to secrets which took
hold of God. As Abraham before the angels, I bowed myself; the white
thing was so white, its wings so wide, and in those for ever exiled
waters, I had lost the miserable warping memories of traditions and of
towns. Long I gazed at that prodigy of plumage. I cannot tell, can only
hint, the things that darted through me then. But at last I awoke; and
turning, asked a sailor what bird was this. A goney, he replied. Goney!
never had heard that name before; is it conceivable that this glorious
thing is utterly unknown to men ashore! never! But some time after, I
learned that goney was some seaman's name for albatross. So that by no
possibility could Coleridge's wild Rhyme have had aught to do with those
mystical impressions which were mine, when I saw that bird upon our
deck. For neither had I then read the Rhyme, nor knew the bird to be an
albatross. Yet, in saying this, I do but indirectly burnish a little
brighter the noble merit of the poem and the poet.

 -Melville

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