Waves are one of my favourite painting subjects. The sea is a living entity and waves are its breath. Sometimes slow and regular, sometimes deep and laboured, the sea breathing has anyway a peculiar rhythm played by waves.
They are also a metaphor for human life: conceived in the warm, liquid sea womb, the wave starts its own path as a small ripple. It grows up and up, reaching maturity, then declines and meets its death on the beach.
Yet, small drops of each wave survive and return to their matrix, like each one of us leaves something after the final departing: a memory, an action to remember and cherish, a precious spark of one's self to ignite a new beginning.