There are days when all I want is to watch the waves roll in – the hypnotic sequence of ever-changing movement soothes the spirit in troubled times. There are other times when I want to revisit those wave-filled days by painting them. The action of painting the waves, pulling their forms from a loosely gestured background, requires a degree of focus that eliminates everything else that might be happening around me. It offers another kind of solitude – part intellectual, part intuitive. To paint the wave I have to pretend to be the water, rising as the shore comes to meet me, then slipping across the undulations of sand in lace-like patterns. It is the imagination meeting gravity and the physics of water – such a delightful intersection to inhabit. Enjoy.
Which is the perfect wave? And would I recognize it or hear it? Song for a Blue Horizon starts where the sky and water meet, but quickly zooms in on a breaking wave – one that will soon cover our toes. The colors – from cobalt to viridian to aqua with a range of whites describe a glorious summer day on the coast. The musicality of all that moving water, with its subtle variations and intervals, is a joy for the ear and a gift to the spirit. Enjoy.