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, and 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 came 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.