Ocean Dreams & the Eye of the Heart

I struggled with this one for a long time, as I struggle now to talk about it. Sometimes after a session I know exactly where to take a painting, and sometimes I’m a thousand layers of stuck. I tried colors that didn’t work, words that fell flat, and shapes that lacked clarity. But mistakes are part of growth, and traces of them remain in this piece.

There are hidden feelings in the murky depths of the nighttime ocean. We come from the ocean. Ocean is Mother. I often dream of swimming at night, at the edge of the beach.

In this painting, a woman reclines on a levy at the beach. Her face is blank, but an eye appears over her heart. It speaks to seeing with the heart, even if the message isn’t fully clear. Some paintings feel like insights; others feel like transmissions from somewhere beyond. This was one of the latter—a reminder that art can carry messages we don’t fully understand in the moment.