If i am not in the ocean, there is a strong possibility I am wandering the shoreline or a forrest nearby.

Walking the shoreline is different than walking in the woods though. Other than the obvious reasons, the beach never really feels the same. The magic of the ever changing tide keeps you on your toes. One day there is sand, the next day its gone and the cobblestones emerge, and its with these ebs and flows of the seas that the natural transportation of unique pieces of wood takes place.

My beach walks always seem to reveal “treasures” of all sorts. Mother nature seems to consistently find a way to provide pieces that speak to me. Not every piece is worth taking home, and that’s where the magic lives. I know as soon as i see a piece, whether it will work or not, and with that being the case, i usually have an armful pretty quick.

I have been painting “them dritwood waves” for a few years now, and usually I leave them behind in special places or end up gifting them as thank-you pieces. To date, I have amassed quite a collection and will be starting to make some of them available for sale in my webshop very soon.