There’s a little island in the Caribbean that rises up from the sea, Cayman Brac. Landing in a little prop plane, the island seems to slumber as the world spins faster and faster. I have been lucky to be able to visit this island several times and each time the magic of the morning light, the call of the birds, the crash of the surf and the silence creates a sense of magic and peace.
I had been thinking about painting this spot long before we arrived. One morning, I woke up in inky darkness, grabbed my pack and a bottle of water, and headed for the southeast end of the island. Just as I completed my hike along the craggy, limestone karst shore, the sun was beginning to rise out of the sea.
I wanted to capture the light glistening on the rock, the dew on the leaves, and the crash of the surf as the giant rock continues it’s precarious balance.
