“Our native soil draws all of us, by I know not what sweetness, and never allows us to forget.”
― Ovid, The Poems of Exile: Tristia and the Black Sea Letters
Imagine, if you will, a deep sea fisherman, away for months on end, standing on the bow of his boat, bathing in the glow of the early morning and dreaming of home. This was my vision for this painting… I love to capture raw emotion and draw the viewer in to share in that emotion…
Be drawn in to that emotion and feel it….
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