Page 1 Page 2 Page 3 Page 4 Page 5 Page 6 Page 7 Page 8 Page 9 Page 10 Page 11 Page 12 Page 13 Page 14 Page 15 Page 16 Page 17 Page 18 Page 19 Page 20There Was. In this body of work I am presenting collections of forms and situations that I think of as self-made artworks. The serendipitous intersection of my encounters with these forms and situations, and their readiness to be seen/ delivered/released is the moment of making. Time is the thread that moves through all of the work in this exhibition; geological, economic, industrial, imaginary, political, personal.   There was . . . an eroding cliff revealing 400 million year old concretions over the years, a coastline giving forth bricks worn by the sand, a collapsed house returning to the forest floor, a decommissioned glass beaker, studio detritus, a daily supply of the New York Times, a burned chair, dried fruit, discarded cotton from an obsolete factory in Brooklyn, a grapevine with tendrils, a strand of mica washers, a pile of dryer lint, a linen fire hose, an empty specimen box. These are some of the forms and situations deployed in this meditation on beauty and possibility.   Extraction is my primary process, followed by acts of carving, polishing, ordering, heaving, hauling, balancing, stacking, assembling, softening, stiffening, stringing, layering, superimposing, combining, cutting, placing, storing, relocating, documenting, pondering, coveting, claiming, collecting, displaying, suggesting, proposing, and wondering. Robin Hill