Washed Out to Sea

I do not get to visit the ocean very often, due to living in the midwest.  I thought that a tide would come in slowly and that their would be warning waves that might hit my feet while I painted standing on a large rock.  I thought wrong.  There was no warning for this wave that washed over me and my painting gear.  My husband was nice enough to see the wave coming and take a picture rather than warn me.

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is a visual artist based in Indianapolis. She is drawn to natural, organic objects and portrays them with oil on textured surfaces. Often, she presents her subject in dynamic still life with a shift of time through movement or growth-decay.