When we find ourselves able to thinly slice moments into transparent continuances of revolving change - this is when the ordinariness of everyday clamors with brilliance. As the wave begins to roll towards these resistant small sea stacks of conglomerate rock on the Oregon Coast, I am reminded of what I know for sure - I have this one life. I am this wave and these rocks and the late afternoon sun and I am human. So if you wonder why I spend a good part of my time just standing at the edge of the sea, or if you wonder why I would bother to paint such an simplistic landscape, the answer is no mystery. I do it because I am alive and as such I have been gifted my death. It is easiest to understand these facts as I stand in these moments with the sea or with my brush moving the shapes and colours of water and rocks onto a canvas. There is nothing more to it than that - a coward's embrace to still my own fears so that I may be content with the inhale of my next breath.