I was first led me to make this body of work, while sitting on a beach, as a respite and response to the overload of media vying for my attention with a constant stream of click bait headlines, and the ever-present angst created by the deepening of political and social divides. Line became the language that through abstraction suggested the narrative. Drawing a linear repetition to weave together visual planes and aural spaces eased my mind into a meditative state. But the narrative changed as my travels landed me on different shores. The states of winds, tides and shifting sands became noticeably more erratic and extreme as seemingly predictable patterns revealed themselves to be unpredictable. Violent storm surges eroded communities. Warmer waters pushed algae into foreign waters suffocating ecosystems they don’t naturally grow in while dumping a stenched flora onto the sands. As we witness the environment’s uncontrollable power in defiance of human abuse, I continue to make a larger body of work to remind us of the comfort and awe, and needed respite our natural world provides.