Artist notes: A slow incoming Salish Sea tide, arranges the seafloor gently, shifting particulates by weight and volume, compassionate, sensual. Filling the depths beneath the sand and pebbles with icy coolness. Gathering small broken bits to float on the surfaces. Nudging larger worn shell shapes into place. The sea moves as if sharing intimate secrets that I recognize but cannot quite decipher. I stay. I watch. I listen for more clues.
I continue to explore the tension between abstract and figurative mark making with the intent to only offer the bare minimal of descriptive detail yet enough to spark some familiarity for the imagining. My comfort level with painting the Seafloor has strengthened to the point that I can work from memory and imagination rather than a few specific references. This offers additional freedom of expression.