Artist notes: Briefly we think we know when our brain and body conspire towards brief moments of stillness. It is the space between breaths and heartbeats and the curl of a wave before it washes over the shoreline rearranging everything within its reach. I like to think I live there comforted by a web of moments between the washes. Which is the pause though? Is it the web between the washes or the washes between the web? Is it sea or shore or shore and then sea? Or does it matter? I engage a range of figurative and abstract brush marks, sensing for that pause between the two in a web and wash rhythm of expressive interpretation in this landscape of the small seafloor painting. An inspiration—between brevity and continuity, stasis and flux. A palpable pause, a moment suspended, before the inevitable crash.