Saltwater in my veins, paint on my hands.

Art was never something I found—it has always been there. But my new-found discovery and love of surfing has brought it back to life.

The stoke, the energy, the way the ocean pulls you in and refuses to let go—it’s impossible not to be inspired. I paint the way I live—blending movement with emotion, chaos with quiet, water with colour. Some days, that means oils and acrylics working together. Other days, it means letting a scoop of water from the sea itself shape the canvas.

Every morning for my little family starts in the water at our local beach. And every evening ends with sandy feet and dinner by the shore. It’s a good day if you’ve been in the ocean—let alone twice. I’m not sure if I love the ocean or vacuuming sand up more (kidding).

My work isn’t about creating a perfect moment. It’s about capturing the feeling—the warm salty air, the energy and power of the sea, the freedom you feel behind the break. Some things never leave you. And for me, that’s the ocean—and art.