Oil, tempera, gold leaf on wood, 48X48 ‘They say the sea is cold, but the sea contains the hottest blood of all.’ - D.H. Lawrence
We can only cherish beauty that reflects ourselves. Who we are marks everything that we look for, and how we go about looking defines everything that we see. When we swim nakedly in the great ocean of life, we can break through the surface with our tremendous enjoyment. While it may seem to emerge from the expanse for only brief moments, there is a mysteriously careful elegance in the brutal beauty of it all.
I often lay awake in bed as a child hearing the whale song coming from far away, calling to me from the void like a beating cosmic heart. I drew whales obsessively, and I am still up at night hearing the ancient song calling me. Now I see the whale is an emissary, calling us to our own freedom and fullness, reflecting the ultimate grace of our own powerful presence. Now I am the emissary too.