There’s something about water that always pulls me in. It’s never still, yet it carries a quiet sense of calm. It reflects what’s around it, but never in exactly the same way twice. Whether I’m standing by a river in Wisconsin or remembering a place I’ve traveled to, I find myself returning to the same feeling—the movement, the light, the way a moment can feel both fleeting and timeless. That’s where many of my paintings begin. Water, for me, is not just a subject. It’s a way of observing the world. The softness of reflections, the shifting colors, the tension between motion and stillness—all of it becomes a way to capture something that’s hard to put into words. Paintings like...