Art is mystery, and so is the sea. That's how I see it, feel it. When I look at the ocean waves there is a fear, an awe inspiring type fear; I know the depths and power of the wave, that it could swallow me up without thought or care and I vanish forever. And there is art. My art specifically. It is a mystery no matter how long I've been doing it.
I was taking a video course in art school and I made a “short”, about 3 minutes I think, which consisted of an old house on lifts, about to be moved. I come back to this theme quite a bit. Even when I paint a condo on the beach, like in The Soft Side of Paradise, there is more than material to these works, I’ve discovered. It’s a feeling I have, of brooding maybe, I’m not sure exactly how to say it.
"But there is something here that transcends the everyday, transcends familiarity and size, something satisfying to the soul. It's the seemingly simple things in life that give us the deepest satisfaction...I know it made me feel safe and comfortable--it was like I left all my cares in the car and stood before the shadow in perfect calm" [...]