Holden Beach, North Carolina 64.5” x 44” · Carbon pencil, blackening watercolours, and inks on paper mounted to canvas · [Year 2019–2025]
This painting returns to Holden Beach as both remembered place and turning point. The wide, flat expanse of sand stretches toward the horizon, waves curling in soft, repetitive lines that blacken as they reach the shore. The sky above is split: one half a pale, overcast day, the other bleeding into a deeper, starless night—day and night meeting without transition, as if the beach itself is the seam where time hesitates and decisions are made.
At the center stands the old water tower—once a landmark of the island, now a quiet sentinel rising from the dunes. Its metal legs are partially submerged in blackening water that has risen to claim the ground around it. The tower, built to hold and give life (fresh water for homes, for families, for summers past), is now where the environment has been removed from its home: the structure stands in water that should not be there, surrounded by dunes that are slowly being eaten away.
Dunes rise in low, shadowed ridges, sea oats bending in an unseen wind, their tips trailing blackening drips that pool in the sand like spilled memory. No figures appear, yet the emptiness feels deeply lived-in: footprints long washed away, shells half-buried, the quiet residue of family vacations, laughter on the beach, children running toward the water, and the moment when one person decided to make changes to their life—right here, in this place of good memories.
The blackening layers spread from the waterline inland, symbolizing the gradual encroachment—tides rising, storms remembered, the subtle theft of coastline over years—yet also the turning point where reflection became resolve. The painting is not about catastrophe but about persistence: the beach that endures, reshapes, remembers, and returns to itself even as it changes; the water tower that still stands; the decision made in the presence of good memories that became the start of something new.
A meditation on place, memory, family, the slow rhythm of loss and renewal, and the enduring optimism that persists when we stand at the edge of what we know and choose to change—dark yet eternally hopeful in its refusal to let the tide erase everything that mattered.
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Where the artist’s family often vacationed, showing how majestic a small place can be to a person’s self.