The Canvas Wakes Me


The canvas wakes me in the morning before the sunrises. It is a pull that I can't resist.

This spot has been my studio recently. Quite amazing really. There is something profound about painting the ocean while it moves. Reminding me of impermanence. That whatever I'm feeling whether joy or discomfort is passing into something new. The beauty of the sunrise is fleeting, you can't hold onto it. You just witness it. And let it go. The waves come and go. Each one blending into the other and yet different.

I don't paint this ocean because I'm creating something new or remarkable, but because by painting it something new and remarkable is awakened within me.