Why I Paint the Tidepools.

Abstract seascape artwork of tidepools, reflecting the rhythm and movement of the ocean tides

Seascape - Montana de Oro tide-pools 6 feet by 8 feet, acrylic on unstretched canvas.

Tidepool Tangents: The Secret Life of a Seascape Painter

You see a painting of the ocean and think, Oh, nice, water. But painting seascapes isn’t just slapping some blue on a canvas and calling it a day. No, it’s a spiritual quest. The sea and I? We have history. I’m talking decades of staring at the horizon line. My studio is a couple of blocks from the beach, so it’s not like I can ignore the big, blue sea. It is as if the ocean sends me daily memossaying, Look at me”

Tidepools: Nature’s Little Soap Operas

These tidepools are tiny living for sea critters. You’ve got crabs a, sea anemones, and little fish just. They’re chaotic but fascinating, like reality TV for marine biologists. Painting them feels like capturing the essence of life: messy, unpredictable, and full of character. Plus, every time I see a tidepool, it whispers to me, Slow down. Life is not all about the big waves.

Why I Keep Going Back to the Coast

Living where farmland meets the ocean means my inspiration is like a buffet. One minute I’m admiring the geometry of crop rows, and the next, I’m mesmerized by the sea’s mood swings. Painting both feels natural. The land and ocean are like siblings who share a room. They fight, they blend. But that tension? That’s where the magic happens.

What I Want You to See

When you look at my work, I want you to see more than paint. I want you to feel like you’re standing in front of the sea, smelling the salt air and contemplating life’s big questions. My hope is that my paintings slow you down. In a world obsessed with speed, the ocean is out here saying, Relax, I have been ebbing -and-flowing for billions of years, and I’m not in a hurry. If my art can give you even a smidge of that calm, I’ll consider it a win.

So next time you glance at one of my seascapes, don’t just think pretty water. Think of all it’s possibilities.

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