The smell of the salt air that permeates my nose, the way the waves hit my ankles and sink my feet into the sand... Mentally, it's where my heart, thoughts, and feelings converge- with the end result spilling out through my paintbrush.
I remember the first time I explored the thought of having a "career", my mind immediately went to being an artist. I was laying on the beach on a lunch break from working my first job at the local surf shop in Cocoa Beach, Florida. I let these thoughts dance through my brain and loved how they made me feel. I was 17 at the time and immediately grabbed onto the thought of becoming an artist. "What would I paint?" I asked myself curiously...
Last year I did a deep clean on my own studio and purged things that did not elevate my painting practice and process and the results were pure magic...