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I was working on a couple of triptychs for an important commission (for my mother) when this painting started to develop. If you are familiar with my work, it is apparent that the style of of this is quite unusual for me. After some weeks and numerous layers of paint, my brain twigged into a connection with a postcard my maternal grandmother, Aino, had sent me when she had started to develop some type of dementia. Her powerful description can be roughly translated:

I watch the waves pounding. This is life. My life.