​Floating Canvases

Have you ever seen a painting swim?

It began during a retreat I hosted in Costa Rica. We wrapped unprimed canvases and ran them into the ocean. The feeling was pure exhilaration — part ritual, part experiment.

Later, I floated works on the Great Salt Lake. The still, mineral water and wide horizon made the canvases feel like they belonged to the landscape itself. This process came naturally. I have always painted in relationship with place — allowing environment, weather, and water to become part of the work.

In Hawaii, the practice deepened. I began floating both the paintings and myself in the same water. The question arose quietly: which came first, the work or the one who makes it? We are, of course, inseparable.

These paintings have now moved through ocean, lake, river, and pool — Costa Rica, Utah, Hawaii. Each body of water leaves its own trace.

One day I hope to take them to the beaches of Brazil, where I was born.
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Until then, they keep teaching me the same lesson: let go, stay present, and allow the work to meet the world.

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