There are days when all I want is to watch the waves roll in – the hypnotic sequence of ever-changing movement soothes the spirit in troubled times. There are other times when I want to revisit those wave-filled days by painting them. The action of painting the waves, pulling their forms from a loosely gestured background, requires a degree of focus that eliminates everything else that might be happening around me. It offers another kind of solitude – part intellectual, part intuitive. To paint the wave I have to pretend to be the water, rising as the shore comes to meet me, then slipping across the undulations of sand in lace-like patterns. It is the imagination meeting gravity and the physics of water – such a delightful intersection to inhabit. Enjoy.