A couple years ago a major storm coincided with opening day of crab season. At the stroke of midnight, over the sound of wind thrashing in the forest behind our cabin, we heard the rumble of diesel motors that told us the fleet was heading out. Through sheets of rain, we could just make out a line of lights navigating through the channel to the open ocean.
Read More“Crab Boat Heading Out” by Robin Hostick
Acrylic on canvas, 12 x 16 in.

There are a few headwinds, for sure. But like everything else in this endeavor, it’s an experiment. Maybe a few people out there still value shared experience, or maybe some honest talk about the creative process. I’m betting on it, for now. If that’s you, read on.