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My husband was struck with Alzheimer’s Disease, diagnosed in 2008 when we could no longer ignore symptoms. He owned the oldest editorial film company in the United States. His memory was impressive. I semi-retired my job as a film Location Manager and we moved to Hawai’i Island. After a career of 14-20 hours a day, 6-7 days a week for 5-9 months at a time, the role of caretaker exhausted me. For eight years, I drove to the coast once a week, and spent one hour in the ocean. I took a camera with me into the water and created a body of work called What the Ocean Sees.

Here, I saw drama and beauty; subtle shifts of color and deep differences in waters. I liked the strange shifts of color and texture between the underwater and above water, between being in the middle of a wave, between the clouds on the surface, the shifts of blur and sharp between sky and ocean. It was not a clear vision, I was compelled to keep looking. It struck me that most of what I could see of the ocean did not include its distress.

She does not give up her secrets easily. The mercury levels in the fish we eat are not visible. We don’t see bleached coral unless we spend time underwater. We are inured to the slight change in temperature of the water, occurring over years, the damage it has caused to the sea is devastating. These are the thoughts that led to the series 

Fractured