"Following Seas"
My father was a sailor. I’ve always felt that he passed on to me my “saltwater blood” and so because of him I find a need to always be close to, or in the ocean.
He chose our homes beside bodies of water, on waterways or lakes, and as babies we were swaddled and laid in the cockpit of his boat so he could enjoy every bit of lovely wind, family at his side.
I painted this seascape in May as he took his life’s last breaths in Florida. I was here in Hawaii, spending some time at Kua Bay, just north of Kona, immersed in it’s warm turquoise waters as I tried to sooth my heavy heart, sending love and prayers long distance. Returning home I painted a calm sea with the sun shining mid day.
Toward the end of the week and the end of his days, I realized, “He was a sailor! He would want wind!” and I completely painted over my still waters to give him “fair winds and following seas” and a warm sunset guiding him to the horizon.
Aloha Dad. I love you.
