Something moves under the metal


In 2013 I went to Alaska.

Best coffee in the dock,

I do not like steering (but I learned)

Sockeyes are 5th dimensional beings

The sea is full of jewels and so was the boat

Home was a port, a dot in a rainforest.

My skin was at ease

Drawing was the first language that spoke to me, so I listened, the mountains and the water have an ancient love affair; each shift of light reveals a whisper turned into breeze. These drawings are snapshots of their meetings