7 Sep

This is the trailer of the documentary Dan Martino is making of the Seeker project. Anyone free Sunday at 2:00 will find me at the upstairs at the town hall where their will be a Q and A afterwards.

7 Sep

Yesterday was a good day.
Skylar and Dillon, the twins who have been such an integral part of the story of the Seeker, Jonah, myself and Tim, father of the twins, went to Provincetown.
We first stopped at Chuck Cole’s house. Well, not exactly, you see, Chuck Cole doesn’t live in a house, he lives in a world so different and so amazingly organic that I don’t have the writing skills to describe it. Just think sprawling hobbit architecture, organic, gardens, goats, imaginative, fluid, surprising.
Nice Job on the Block Island Boat.
Then we visited had lunch at the organic restaurant across from Lands End Marine, that begins with a G. Love that place.
From there we visited Flyer. It was a moment both gentle and deep. Skylar, Dillon, and Jonah sat on the floor, I on a low stool, Tim to the side, as Flyer reminisced about his experience at Herschoff’s boat yard during WWII.
It was a pleasure to listen to a man who has seen so much. He was animated as he talked of the West End Racing Club, a haven for children he started so many decades ago. His love of the town, and the fishing fleet, long decimated, took me back many years, when I was just a few years older than the twins, to my first meeting with Flyer, as I rebuilt the Southern Cross with Dennis Jones on the Sheik Aresta’s beach. So many memories, Flyer and I have had a dance that has encompassed my entire adult life, and, knowing that this visit will be one of the last, filled me not with sadness, but with admiration and determination to live out my life keeping in his footsteps. One could do worse than have Flyer a mentor.
I know the town has, for the most part, forgotten Flyer. He’s a treasure, and if his story was told he’d be a national treasure. My love for him is deep. His mark on my life deeper. Whatever it is that I bring to those in my life, and whatever I may have or will accomplish is due in part to Flyer. He’ll turn 99 this coming Tuesday.
I wish the day could have been longer, I didn’t get to visit Joe Andrews, or Avis, so, I’ll be back before the weather turns.
We left the twins at the entrance to the dunes as they begin a journey, trekking up cape, by land and canoe, an exploration and a time of discovery.
Like I said, it yesterday was a good day.

4 Sep

Seeker trailer is going to be shown at the Catherine Cornell Theater, Sunday at 2:00pm.
I’ll be there for some Q and A.
I’d love to see as many of my friends as possible.
Check out the event at:

4 Sep

Big preparations soon at the boat shed.
On the Fifteenth of September, we’re going to start to remove the boat shed, unless we get an unlikely reprieve from Ernie Boch Jr.
My nature is to welcome change. It would be more convenient to have the shed up for a couple of more months, but, life unfolds as it does. The main issue will be to keep electricity to the tools.
The work continues. Bill Thompson is installing bungs almost as fast as Wayne is making them.
Wayne’s made a remarkable recovery. His ribs are not healed enough for him to sleep through the night, yet he’s been standing at the drill press for hours at a time, slogging through yet another tedious task. I thought making up 700 or so bronze bolts was the test of his patience.
Our young friend and intern Ben Benjamin Guggenheim has reached a milestone in his writing career, as he’s had an article accepted by the Gazette. Look for it soon. It describes the mentoring process from the point of view of the mentor, who he competently interviewed, but then went on to share the unique insight of the mentee, at the age where mentorship is most impactful.
He shared the article with me, and the glowing acceptance e-mail from Julia Wells. All in all, a great accomplishment. Ben is sixteen, and this is his second summer with the Seeker.
Duane is think in the worst of the caulking, once again sitting barefoot and cross legged on the pebble ground under the boat, caulking over his head.
I remember Flyer, telling me how lucky I was that I missed the caulking of a barge. I feel a debt of gratitude to Duane Case for his stolid performance. I don’t know any other caulker who would have worked under such conditions.
Meanwhile, I’m working on the teak companionway thresholds, door frames, doors and sliding hatches. Normally this would come much later in the process, but as I don’t have the white pine decking as yet, I have man choices of what projects to tackle.
Jonah has just about finished the copper caps to the Sampson posts.
Still smiling.

1 Sep

Last night was magical.
The Yard, a contemporary artist residency, dance and performance center, produced a performance that captured the attention of all who attended. The faces of the audience as they left left no doubt.
Up until last night, I would have said that my performing there was an act of kindness, compounded by the lack of male dancers of any age.
But last night was different. Sandy Broyard, an accomplished Julliard alumni who has spent her life honing her art form, my partner in a improvisational duet, was superb. Somehow, I was swept into a state of dance that was unmistakable, even to my vocal self critic. Everything we’ve been working on coalesced. You know when you’ve accomplished something beyond your ability. It has a ring that stands alone.
The night was filled with amazing performances by deeply talented dancers, both interns and staff collaborating to produce remarkable results.
But what was just as wonderful, David White, Artistic and executive directer, both Friday and Saturday nights, made an eloquent fundraising appeal for the Seeker project. Last night that appeal led to a donation of five thousand dollars.
David has been a dedicated supporter of the Seeker project, and we are planning on dance performances aboard the Seeker the summer of 2014.

27 Aug

It’s raining.
I’m sitting at my computer, mustering the energy to head down to the Seeker.
It just isn’t inviting.
But, even in my earliest memories, I was cursed with a determination that was often my undoing. One must develop discernment so that unleashing an unwillingness to quit, doesn’t attach to unrealistic or unworthy endeavors.
The Seeker is the culmination of all of my wins and losses, for without doubt, both have formed (I could have said, “Informed” but then I would think of my self as an ass) my ability and desire to make the last chapters of my life, the one’s most expressed.
Watching the trailer of Dan Martino’s documentary, “The Zen of Boat Building,” I realized that the impact it had on me. It put the creative impulse into greater perspective. Anyone seeing the film will be impressed to some degree with the subject matter. But those who understand art, will see that the subject is the artists model, and the real story is the film itself. That’s what distinguishes art films. The film is engaging, and the audience, if the film achieves it’s purpose, sits with wonder at the unfolding story. What is often forgotten, is the artist: the filmmaker who tells the story. Because it is a story, and the telling is not just in words, but in the entire spectrum of the visual.
So, when this trailer is being viewed, I’m asking everyone who does so, to think about my young friend Dan Martino, and his amazing gift, which, luckily for us, he’s been destined to share through cinematography.
The film festival is in a few weeks. Once it’s aired, I’ll post it.

25 Aug

Art is an elusive term.
I know several artists well. One, Richard Iammarino, had a powerful impact on my life. Other’s like Lew French, inspire.
My own art has is in collections around the world, simply because my love of the sea is imbued therein. I’m always amazed at the gift of creativity. When confronted by something that rings with it’s own sense of beauty, we can’t help but gape in wonder. It’s difficult for art to reach the level of a beautiful sunset, or fireworks on a clear night, but, art does reach the deepest places of our consciousness, and often alters our relationship with the world. I thinks that’s what ennobles art, that it raises us to a higher level. I’m sure we’ve all been affected by books in that way.
Last night, Dan Martino, the gifted young man who’s doing the documentary on the Seeker, sent me the five minute trailer that he’s prepared for the Martha’s Vineyard Film Festival. I was not prepared for the level of art that met my eyes. It’s about the building of the Seeker, but really, it’s about a gift that Dan Martino brings to the genre. You will be absolutely delighted with his work. Once it’s aired at the Festival, I’ll be able to share it with everyone.