GHOST . . .


One enigmatic shark I knew cruised endlessly, sensed rather than seen as he passed time after time through the vicinity. How often did I believe that he had gone, only to find him close behind me twenty minutes later, a ghost floating almost still in the cloudy light. 

I painted this in memory of those moments one reflective afternoon, years after he was finned. It is entitled "GHOST."  

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