Most of my memories revolve around the coast or the deep ocean blue. Sailing on it, submerged in its lusty turquoise embrace or at the very least staring at it yearning to feel, smell and taste it. Possibly these feelings consume me because we evolved from creatures that crawled out of the ocean and now, I want to go back. Or maybe, on the water is the only place I feel at peace, at home, content. My paintings are stories about my life on the water. Perfect days spent scudding along on the wavelets that reflect diamonds or bashing headlong into waves trying to survive the storm. I am grateful to have an unusual history of waterborne adventures. I want to share my stories and experiences with the audience in hopes of heightening their awareness of its importance, beauty and fragility.