I waited and stretched and reached for this photograph. I watched as this wave broke itself over and over again against this rock on a warm fall day in September. The wind was coming from one direction and the waves from the other. Sometimes when the wind and water would meet nothing would happen and I would click in vain. But sometimes, every 20 waves or so, something magical would happen and the wind would lift the crest of the wave and just peel it back.

What called to me in this photograph was that this wave was reaching out for the sky. I was touched by what I imagined the future and past of this wave to be… crashing down on the shoreline over and over and then having another unique opportunity to reach up to the sky each time. My first inspired thought from the image was of a flowing sound so I picked up a Ukulele to create the softness and lightness of this image and this flowing 6/8 time signature series of notes revealed themselves.

As I listened to the Song one word kept coming to me “Evolution.” I imagined a person recognizing their patterns and issues and trying to break free so as to become their best self. The pink circle in my painting represents a spirit evolving on their life’s journey, floating upward and finding their way to their highest potential against a backdrop of gray monotony, tangly knots of old patterns and golden spots of hope, light and assention.

My reaction to this Song was ‘Lightness, sunshine and melancholy.’ For me it was about Ascending, searching for a sort of deeper knowledge. The first visual that came to me was a pair of wings. I imagined there were two spirits looking for each other in this magical space where time is suspended. These spirits are so close, but somehow the woman cannot see what she is looking for… It is when she decides to not “look” but to “feel” she finally finds what she is searching for.

“In this painting I saw a sunset. There was the warmth of the sun on a cold day against the damp of February. I had a flashback to being too warm in a winter coat when as 18 and living in Manhattan. I was free and out on my own full of excitement walking back to this old house full of wonderful friends. This painting was synonymous with this time in my life. It symbolized coming back to a place of love and escaping the cold. I started to recall the smells of this memory. There was mud and cold air and wood and dampness. Those became my notes.

“In this painting I saw a sunset. There was the warmth of the sun on a cold day against the damp of February. I had a flashback to being too warm in a winter coat when as 18 and living in Manhattan. I was free and out on my own full of excitement walking back to this old house full of wonderful friends. This painting was synonymous with this time in my life. It symbolized coming back to a place of love and escaping the cold. I started to recall the smells of this memory. There was mud and cold air and wood and dampness. Those became my notes.