The son of a fisherman once pondered the endless procession of waves that marched to the sand in front of his families’ home. Their...

My first dreams of waves were as a toddler in my bed on a hill in Wisconsin, long before I had ever been to an ocean, let alone felt the...

I wander the fields, Paddle in amber waves. Again I am woken by my own visions.

This image just came from sketching. I started playing with waves forming into multi-faceted and directional mountain forms . This was...

Despite its overuse, I feel that Hokusai’s Great Wave off Kanagawa remains as one of the truly incredible images to grace humanity, and...

It might seem odd, growing up in Wisconsin and having rarely lived less than a few hours from the ocean that I should dream of waves,...