As day faded into night, and I thrust myself home from a long workday, I saw the sculpture. There on the beach was a conch-like structure unlike the others, resting on the sand, perhaps deliberately positioned.
I was struck by curiosity, stopping to gaze at this wonder of coils and twisted snow, plaster, resin.
Then he spoke to me. It was the artist himself, converted into art.

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Uploaded by Theoretical Afterthought on 19 Jan 10, 9.08AM PST.