I really could not wait to get started. But where to begin? I combed through my countless photos of the waters of my recent trip to the Turquoise Coast.
Mesmerized by the radiance, the glow emanating from the sea.
I have this recurring dream where I am underwater… sometimes its a pond, sometimes the lineup at Mākaha on a flat day, or sometimes simply a pool. In my dream I am always calm, floating in the water, perfect temperature… womb-like.
The curious thing is that I look up, see the light of day above me. But I never want to leave. I am perfectly and simply happy to be amongst the rocks, the fish, plants or whatever is on the bottom. I think of Bjork’s The Anchor Song
When I was going through chemo I had recurring dreams of water… that radiant, glowing blue of the tropics… and my desire to get in. I had my shortboard, and all I wanted was to duck-dive under a wave.
Water over my head, its all I wanted… cool my body, comfort my soul.
My water paintings are countless… they began on my first trip to Barbados and the Grenadines in 1989. I spent some days on Palm Island in the Windward Islands.
There I felt my first enchantment with that color blue. Was it Turquoise blue or Cerulean?
No, Turquoise is truly what I saw in Turkey.