Here are some shots I took before Matthew got there and while he was setting up, as well as after he left. I continued to paint and capture these images of the changing light and the transformation of the piece as the tide came in and as the wind blew the drawing over. The fleeting quality of this piece is what intrigues me. As each wave can be a masterpiece of light, shadow and color, and be gone in an instant, the ephemeral life of a drawing is somehow far less significant and never quite as beautiful as the movement of the waking waters from a dark night.