Surfer

Surfer was painted during the time in my life when I lived in Oregon, far from the ocean, far from the ebb and flow of the tides, far from the hungry sound of waves drawing back over a pebbly beach, far from surfing. After a few years, I grew to live without it, and it almost felt like I didn't really miss it.

This painting tells another story. One of my earliest airbrush paintings, at the time I was interested in getting all the tech right, but I look at it now and say wow . . . you were really bullshitting yourself, weren't you?

Once you meet the child of the tides within you, he or she may sleep but will never leave.

"There is nothing more sad than someone who used to surf."

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