(2007) big island pastels : it wasn't the first time i visited the big island but i went out in search of good fields and steep, wooded, secretive spots. the sky was moody. all the turbines at the southern tip were stopped. james suggested they had been damaged by exuberant winds, but turbines need wind. there were kids jumping from cliffs, screaming and giving themselves wedgies. there were fishers throwing fish back, the fishes clicking their gills in protest - they're not natural cliff jumpers. "the creative mind plays with objects it loves."