The Orcas and whales have long visited me in my dreams, ever since I was little, so I started drawing whales as love letters to send to the whales. I love to bring them offerings of candlelight in tiny seashells adrift in the moonlight thanking them for their sweet magic.
I live with my little family in a cozy cabin nestled in an old cedar forest upon a mossy island embraced by the Salish Sea. Every evening I love to swim in the sea, in water ribboned indigo with light, in the pouring wildness of the nourishing tides.
When I return from the shining water I put the kettle on, pour a pot of steaming tea and begin drawing my favorite, salty things... love letters to the whales and the Sea.

The Sea~
'Stroke by
stroke my
body remembers that life and cries for
the lost parts of itself~
fins, gills
opening like flowers into
the flesh ~ my legs
want to lock and become
one muscle, i swear I know
just what the blue~grey scales
the rest of me would
feel like!
paradise! Sprawled
in that motherlap,
in that dreamhouse
of salt and exercise,
what a spillage
of nostalgia pleads
from the very bones! how
they long to give up the long trek
inland, the brittle
beauty of understanding,
and dive,
and simply
become again a flaming body
of blind feeling
sleeking along
in the luminous roughage of the sea's
like victory inside that
insucking genesis, that
roaring flamboyance, that
beginning and
conclusion of our own.'
-Mary Oliver