I made a series of paintings out there last summer, documenting a verdant stretch between sea and marsh. It’s gone now, overwhelmed by last week’s storm.

The Cape’s coastline is constantly shifting. Thoreau famously wrote of it: ‘It is a wild, rank place, and there is no flattery in it.’ It can’t be contained by our sentiment or sentimentality. It bends as it will.

I’m told it’s happened before, and it’s possible the barrier dune will reform. Standing on that spit of wet sand, such repair was hard to imagine. It’s a new place now.

Recurring, no. 18, oil on panel, 6 x6 in. Available through Four Eleven Gallery.