The Ocean Remembers me.

These paintings were born in stillness but made of motion. I’ve always been drawn to the water - it calms me, recharges me, reminds me of who I am. While living hours from the shore, I created my own beach studio - sand, umbrella, everything but the crowds. I brought the ocean to me.

This series cam e during a season of searching - hopping job to job, dancing with burnout in the corporate world while trying to remember the shape of my own reflection. The ocean whispered the truth back: I am limitless. My creativity, like hers, has no edge.

“Here Comes the Fog” became a turning point. A fan favorite - but for me, something deeper. It captures the eeriness of dissociation, something I came to understand while reading the DSM-5 and seeing myself in the pages. The dream-like state I’d feared was creeping into my art. The fog - soft, beautiful, and quietly terrifying.

Each piece in this collection holds a different current. Some peaceful. Some haunting. All honest. Because water never lies and she never forgets.