This work was made after a trip I took up north, to be by the sea and the sunshine. When one sits on the shore and gazes out to sea, one thinks of all that could have been, what might be. The love that could be dreaming of you over the horizon and whose heart is open. The contrast of being alone on the shore when most of the time we are constantly connected to everyone but no one in particular. For someone that cares that much to make the effort of writing a letter and entrusting the seabird to deliver the message was a token of that determination to keep a connection despite the odds.
It is a painting about missed moments of dreams and travel. How connected we are and yet at the mercy of the tides.
Waiting for Seamail
