“Sitting at Souris Wharf”

This painting came from a simple, perfect pause.

“Sitting at Souris Wharf”

My grandson sat on the grump at the wharf — warmed by the sun — taking a break from throwing stones into the water just to hear them plop.

We are a fishing family, and the wharf has always been a place where childhood unfolds slowly. No plans. No rush. Just time, texture, and sound.

I loved the quiet contrast of blues against the yellows and greys of the working wharf — weathered, honest, and familiar.

This piece holds the kind of memory island life is made of — moments that don’t ask to be noticed, but stay with you forever.