My “Wet” water reflections hearken back to my childhood on the Gulf coast of Florida in Sarasota where I spent much of my time in a swimming pool, at the beach or out on boats — sailing, power boating and water skiing. Afternoon thunderstorms soaked us daily all summer, leaving puddles everywhere. The play of light on water and the resulting fluid abstractions, often combined with reflections of the built environment, evoke for me a time of pure play and relaxation.
My feelings about this work have changed, however, since my son’s drowning. The menacing potential of even a swimming pool is much more vivid to me. A strong swimmer, I now have a level of anxiety that never troubled me before. Water, so essential to life, is also a great destructive force as we see with the increasing level of flooding that’s come with global warming.