A salty, wavey, immersion. Submerged and resurfacing. Gliding and floating.

The sand, the salt and the energy of the waves are blown into my studio. In my heart and in my blood is the water and the pull to the ocean.

Moments in the quiet. Spent with my grandpa’s ink pen around my paints, chalks and the bits of seeweed and stones that seem to accumulate around me, wherever I am. Experimenting, in the moment, to capture a watery glimse or a feeling.