My studio sits just above a marina, overlooking the bay. There is constant hum of activity here. There is also a comforting familiarity and orderly progression of the day—the ebb and flow of the tides, the  changing color palette of the light, warm to cool to warm again, reflecting on land, water and sky.

Inside my studio there is a messy orderliness, but the messiness is guaranteed to completely take over by day’s end. I work with oil paint and oil sticks, spreading their creaminess with scrapers and palette knives, brushes and chop sticks. I love the immediacy of moving paint around and tactile quality of the materials. When I start a painting there’s never a plan, and always surprises. The only knowns are the size of the canvas and that it will become covered with paint. Somehow time flies faster in the studio than in other places. It’s always hard to leave and a joy to return.