I grew up on Cape Cod, that narrow peninsula of sand that juts out of the Massachusetts coast into the Atlantic. In the summers, my brother and I rode our bikes to our town's beaches along Cape Cod Bay and spent countless hours exploring the natural wonders of tidal pools, the veritable forests of marsh grasses, and dark crevasses between the rocks of the breakwaters. 

Now, I explore the Eastern Shore's beaches--from coastal bays near Assateague Island to Blackwater Wildlife Refuge along the Chesapeake. No painting will do justice to these stunning vistas, so I paint the surge of emotions that come when I stand transfixed by the staggering beauty before me. 

And I paint these scenes so that I'll remember what it was like when we had marshes and bays and low-lying lands to captivate us. I paint the marshes so my grandchildren will have something to look at when they no longer exist.