When working by hand is not enough and the journey takes you to the end of the world

If there is anything that inspires me deeply, it is the ocean.

Its width and length that can’t be measured, its suggestion of a boundless mass. The fact that it reaches all the lands and touches their peoples far, far away. That it always moves and travels in the rhythm of a beating heart. That it is uncompromising in its persistence to be ever-present and come to your feet, taking your mind away.

In Montauk, the place farthest east from New York, you set a stage from which to call on the powers of nature to align with you. Nothing blocks your view from the yearning to let go and be.