Amagansett: a magical name for me.  From 1958 I have viewed this place as my home, my secret garden, if you will.  As a child I roamed the streets, dunes, woods, fields and sought myself among the elements.  The people were always foreign to me.  As a solitary person, I cherished the night sky, the ever cresting waves, the horse in the field--who did not acknowledge my existence.  Here I could look, see and be invisible.  Here I was at home.