I’ve painted many waves. The first ones were both the hardest and the simplest – usually just cresting. As I came to understand the light and dynamics of those waves, I worked up my courage and started to study and paint crashing waves. Soon I was rushing up to Gloucester after hurricanes, camera in hand with extra batteries in my pocket, watching for the most powerful waves, then two waves banks crashing toward each other. Variations on the backrush were my next project, then refining the interaction of sand and water, and the effects of wind. Now, with fond regards to Gertrude Stein, I can say …wave is a wave is a wave….and I love them all.