No.80. Uproar. He couldn't forget the dancing geysers that started up from nowhere--roaring skyward almost from between his feet--in the Golden Circle hot springs near Reykjavik, Iceland. He equated those upstart geysers with the domestic-sized icebergs that drifted out beyond friend's shoreline in Newfoundland. What he needed was a way to make these phenomena solid and sculptural. He longed to be able to cast a geyser in bronze, or an iceberg in aluminum.