I don't consider myself an ocean lover. I've never lived more than a half hour's drive from the seaside, and perhaps I've taken in for granted. But for some reason, the vastness of the ocean is such a strong metaphor in my work. I've used it frequently in images about fear and the future. Always looking for a few moments to paint for myself, I again found myself drawn to the idea of a lonely ship, cutting through the stillness of the water.
But this time, I wanted to clearly show the impending doom to the viewer. Would our sailor notice the approaching cascade? Time can only tell.