The Memory of Stone

Artwork

Oct 1

As a girl growing up in the mountains of Colorado, it may seem a bit unexpected that I have been drawn to the ocean for as long as I can remember. When it came time for college, being near the Pacific was nearly my only criteria. And later in life, when I learned to sail, I had the distinct feeling that I was finally coming home.

In 2025, we were given the opportunity to sail with friends in the Virgin Islands, and we gladly said yes. When we returned, I imagined creating a series inspired by the obvious beauty I had seen—the pristine blue water, the vibrant fish, the crisp white sails.

But that isn’t what came through.

Instead, I found myself drawn to the patina of age—the weathering shaped by years of wind, salt, sun, and storms. Surfaces softened and marked by time. Colors faded, edges worn, materials transformed.

And still, there is beauty in what remains.

That is what found its way into my papers and paints: quiet resilience, textured memory, and the kind of beauty that endures.

Here’s what emerged: