DIVINING WATER
2014–2015
I dreamed of infinite oceans. Each day, the erosion along the coast was a continual reminder of my own loss; a love whose absence felt as raw and exposed as the rocky shores. I needed the rush and rhythm of waves to help me surface again. The constant charge of the surf revived my vision and renewed my spirit.
Oil on hardwood
Oil on hardwood
Oil on hardwood
Oil on hardwood
Oil on hardwood